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.