Thora

[Verse 1] I stand in a land of roses, But I dream of a land of snow, Where you and I were happy In the years of long ago. Nightingales in the branches, Stars in the magic skies, But I only hear you singing, I only see your eyes. Come! Come! Come to me, Thora, Come once again and be Child of my dream, light of my life, Angel of love to me! [Verse 2]I stand again in the North land, But in silence and in shame; Your grave is my only landmark, And men have forgotten my name. ‘Tis a take that is truer and older Than any the sagas tell, I loved you in life too little, I love you in death too well! Speak! Speak! Speak to me, Thora Speak from your Heaven to me; Child of my dream, love of my life, Hope of my world to be