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 its 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.