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