China Roses

China Roses was my first ever Enya-song. I remember hearing it for the first time - where I was, what it felt like... I was alone with my dad at our summer place, our cabin. It was a southern-Norway-type-summer, blue nights and seagulls and lots of dew in the grass every night and every morning, and most of all, dreams. Dad was in his room, and though I don't remember it I am sure I could hear him turning pages in his book. I don't remember if I found the casette or if it was in the casette player thingie already or if dad put it on for me before going to bed, but... This lovely, streaming melody flowed towards me and I remember spooling all the way back and listening to it, again and again and again.

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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

angel 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