I have a minor field
A field where I can sow
But long is our winter
And springtime comes so slow
It’s now the midst of summer
And I sow while birches grow
With green leaves in the snow
The sea is dark grey
And northern winds blow
And my next door neighbour, Thomas
Comes wandering, you know
To tell me there’s no use
To sow while birches grow
With green leaves in the snow
I am just like my neighbour
As little as I sow
As little as I’m hoping
For better times to show
Give I was like the birches
Who even dare to grow
With green leaves in the snow

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