China roses

Ah, I fell for this song when I was twelve. It was the first Enya song I ever heard. It was the summer after mom died, and me and dad were alone at our cabin by the sea, on the south coast. It was late. Dad had gone to bed. And I found this Enya cassette, and I put it on and this magical melody came streaming out of the speakers... I ended up listening to it dozens of times that night. And I fell in love with so many Enya songs later that summer, all of which will probably end up here some day. When listening to Enya I get this huge urge to go on some sort of adventure or to set out on a long journey. To be part of a fairytale. There's so much more I could say, but I don't want to right now.

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who can tell me if we have heaven?
who can say the way it should be?
moonlight, holly, the Sappho comet
rainbow 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