Enya - China Roses
Enya - China Roses Who can tell me if we have heaven, Who can say the way it should be; Moonlight holly, the sappho comet, Angels 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, Earths last picture, the end of evening: Hue of indigo an..