"Lilja"
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.
