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.