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Calm and quiet…Waters of Tohtaa

Near the old St. Peter's Road

…and up to the North Hills summer winds mild breeze

Across the fields and green meadows sigh

Near the river, in forests embrace

Where wood grouses move by the will o the wisps

In the moonlit marshes, and magic of the ages

Speak from the soil many mysteries…

Sacred as the spring abloom, sacred the song of the soil and sun

…and through white birches and pines, firs and moss

Hidden in juniper groves still stand the Old House

Down the hill in golden silence where near the Sandplains

Above a dark sky with shining stars utter if you want to hear

“The Paths lead on”

And back there by a lonely campfires glow

Calm and quiet Waters of Tohtaa…are always flowing on…