Lyrics

Love is such a thing that we might die for
in a world that’s not quite so pure.
Come and take my hand and I will follow you
to a place so calm and still.

He goes to where his bride lies sleeping
beautiful, beneath the ice.
It’s cold and he’s not sure if he’s gonna die here
but he lies down, reaches out to touch her hair.

Love is such a thing that I might live for
in a world so full of pain.
Come and take my hand and you could follow me
to a sacred grove so full of life.

My love I called I called for you
I called your name four hundred times.