Lilja, I see your eyes
... northern skies.
If I could afford bells ? and jewels,

I would give them to you.

Lilja, I touch your hair

it is wavy, long, and fair.
If I could have a lock or two,
I would give my heart to you.


Well it's long gone over top
like the swoon of where you're from.

If I must leave then I will go
and drag my heart to Jericho.