Hooray, I awake from yesterday Alive, but the war was here to stay And so, my love Catharina an me Decide to take a last walk Through the noise to the
Let him kiss me with the virgins love thee Look not upon me because I am black. I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys As the lily among
A thousand years or so is said Gentle breeze of a flowering bed Children and fairies chattering secrets in pretty ears Gone are the years Gone are the
