Amberian Dawn - Birth Of The Harp ( 2009 ) The ancient singer went Lamenting through the forest Heard the birch wailing Now drawing nearer he asks the sacred birch tree " Why art thou weeping ? " Giving wood a shape of a harp Weep no more thou sacred birch tree Grieve no more , my dear friend and my brother I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joyThe ancient singer made A magic harp from birch wood Fashioned of summer He takes the harp in his hands Turns the arch up , looking skywardAnd magic notes follow Weep no more thou sacred birch tree Grieve no more , my dear friend and my brotherI will turn thy grief to joy and fortune Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy