Bid Thy Heart To thy England Love.

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......