Enya - China Roses
Who can tell me if we
have heaven,
who can say the way it
should be;
Moonlight holly, the
Sappho Comet,
Angel's tears below a
tree.
You talk of the break
of morning
as you view the new
aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key
of heaven,
one love carved in acajou.
One told me of China
Roses,
One a Thousand nights and
one night,
Earth's last picture, the
end of evening:
hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I
follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
I know that if I have
heaven
there is nothing to
desire.
Rain and river, a world
of wonder
may be paradise to me.
I see the sun.
I see the stars.