Esperança.
would you come away with me to my house in iceland
i’ll build it stone upon stone in the cold harsh plains of Iceland
we’d go out and we’d look around, we’d find no one there
as far as we could see we’d be the only ones in iceland
so bring your books ‘cause you can read them there, in our house in iceland
i will play for you as i do here, with love, but in iceland
and we’ll find new colours in the sky come the winter time
when the sun is shy and hides low, below the sea line
and when we’re old and we’re tired and we’re bent to our knees
i won’t take no one’s word, I’ll just know that we’ll have lived our lives free
from all there is here, all this misery and poverty; just old my hand
look into my eyes you won’t find a happier man
