Lilja, I see your eyes
.................. northern skies
If I could afford pearls 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
