Bid Thy Heart To Thy England Love
Rain, Wind, Love.
All my hearts desires.
Confused in a bottle, of un protected glass
The rain fall, in this place of my souls sorrow.
Wind sweeps gently threw my hair.
I pray, some day, I will meet you again.
My Angel, Sweet Angel of my hearts first love.
Bid Thy Heart To Thy England Love.
For mountains are far to much to climb.
But forever I will love you, Thy heart belongs to you.
If I die and should not wake, thats one less tear I have to weep.
If I wake and walk in the moon, thats one more step I dare to walk.
I Bid My Heart To my England Love.
My dear sweet angel of promising joy.
Rain drops grow more and more.
Moon light fades as Dawn Awakes.
But if i sleep and not awake
I bid Thy Heart To My England Love......