Everyone has their own idea of heaven. What creates the beauty of the world is the love we have for it, connected to memories, wishes, desires. For each of us it is a different treasure we embrace – a changing sky, the crimson flower of the Keys of Heaven, a love token, the endless delight of fairy-tales, the ever-shifting pictures of our world that we find in the words of poets. For each one of us a different love becomes our own wood of dreams.
Denique non omnes eadem mirantur amantque: All men, in short, do not admire and love the same things.
notes by Roma Ryan
The Memory of Trees promotional box, 1995
In 1995 WEA released a very limited one-track European promo for the song. There is no corresponding commercial release and the cd remains one of the rarest Enya collectibles.
Who can tell me if we have heaven?
Who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight Holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel’s 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,
Earth’s last picture, the end of evening:
hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me.
I see the sun…
I see the stars…
lyrics by Roma Ryan
EMI Music Publishing Ltd, 1995