The gale brought a fragrant tune,
to accompany a sorrowed tale.
The reason for this i never knew,
my faith at the time did fail.
A tale of shattered soul it brought to me,
with grief in its hand.
he wished for that which could never be,
his cries in vain screamed out through the land.
"Sweet roija" he cried "sweet roija" he swore,
why can't i reach it to thee?
"Sweet roija" he moaned "sweet roija" he roared,
It will be yours,before the end of me!!!
His hand reached out,
His soulrose in his grip.
Reaching out with so much doubt,
Praying for the safety of his gift.
O roija, O roija, i won't let you fade,
i'll keep u close to me.
O roija, my roija, in your hand will be laid,
With a happy heart, on bended knee!!
Through snow and fire, with only the storm of desire,
he trudged on with frozen fears.
Just for his love to feel, for her to see,
what she meant to him for years.
Wut what he saw when he got to her,
It pains me to even say.
Down his cheek ran a single tear,
Six feet under now she lay.....
O roija, sweet roija,
Withered roija now he'd say.
"not anymore i can live",
And alongside his love, his roija....he lay!!!
