Fly
me to the north
To where the gentle lilacs never bloom
To where their fragrance never once again
Will enter my room
To where the whiteness is the only thing
That I can see I just don't want to have to feel your sadness
All around me
Try me to where the branches of the tall oak tree can shield me
To where the butterfly will never again fly past me
To where the moonbeams cannot light the sadness of your face
To where the cold will numb my heart so that you cannot hurt me
But on the way I will stop
by the bluest of all seas
You will find me a sea smooth shell
And I will listen to the softness as I put it to my ear
To my ear
To my ear
Fly me to the north
To where the gentle lilacs never bloom
To where their fragrance never once again
Will enter my room
To where the whiteness is the only thing That I can see
I just don't want to have to feel your sadness All around me