Emoni oven etehen
veittoni verjlle
kasvoi tammi terhehinen
pitk pihlaja yleni.
Haroitteli haarojansa
levitteli lehtin,
haaroitteli haarojansa,
levitteli lehtin.
Kenp tammen tuntijaksi,
puun pitkn pitjksi.
Kenp tammen tuntijaksi,
puun pitkn pitjksi.
"Ei olt huolta ollenkana,
ajatusta ainutta.
Seist seinn vieruessa,
tuulta kuulla kujasessa."
Tuulis tuuli vierellinen,
lasettaisi latvahan.
Sanan veisi, toisen toisi,
oksallensa omenan.
Toisi linnun lentvisen,
onnen tielle oikialle.
Portin plle liekkumahan,
toet viestit vieremn.
Ei olt huolta...
Pivn poika valkiane
otti tuon tehksens.
Tammen tuli tuntijaksi,
puun pitkn pitjksi.
Laati linnut laulamahan,
ket kultaa kukkumaan.
Pivn poika valkiane,
lemmen loihti latvahan.
Ei olt' huolta...
By my mother's door,
Beside her gate
There grew an oak with acorns
High above the rowan.
It stretched its shoulders wide,
Spreading its leaves around,
It stretched its shoulders wide,
Spreading its leaves around,
Who knows what the oak is thinking,
Standing there so tall.
Who knows what the oak is thinking,
Standing there so tall.
"Not a care have I in the world,
Not a thought in my head.
Just standing here against the wall,
Listening to the breezes."
The wind whistled through the branches,
Setting the tip in turmoil,
Words bringing and bearing away,
An apple on its branches.
Brought a little bird flying,
On the road to happiness,
Sitting on the gate chirping,
Singing its message far and wide.
"Not a care ..."
Came the dawn,