Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by God
Ou
I've Gotta Get A Message To You lyrics

(Jian on Lead)
Well, the preacher tur
t of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was made from grief

It's belly out of hard days
Its sound board from end
Tighten Up lyrics

It's never too late I heard you say
H
ess woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And it pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

So it will not play, will
Thinkin About You lyrics

Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh

Friends say, I'm away
Becau
not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Mouldered from sorrow