Wind

Oh thou Ukko and thou Akka

Weavers all of winds and weather

Pray I do to a black man

Raise a wind and make it whirling

Make a gale that's great and growing

Tear up tar stumps off the roadside

Pull the pine trees off the lake shore

Break the tops of giant oak trees

Crash their robust roots to splinter

Rise thou wind to blow and bellow

Gust and gale to whirl all over

Rise thou wind to blow and bellow

Rage and rave, thou angry weather,

Blow thou wind through more than six years

Rage through summers more than seven

Rapids rise to rush in torrents

Aged waters to run swiftly

And thou self rush like the rapids

And prevail without a hindrance

Pray I do to a black man

Raise a wind and make it whirling

Make a gale that's great and growing

Thanks! ❤
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hurja on 2018-09-19

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