A song from Norway. I wrote it myself, and when I get famous I'll come and play it for you
It's a kind of jazzy pop ballad that sounds best on the piano.
Goldhearts
I set out once upon a time
To steal her heart, but she stole mine
Said it was a fairytale
But stories do not end this way
So I must be without a doubt
The saddest thief to roam the night
Looking not for pity
I have it in me
To steal this heart of gold
To steal her love
So now I am a warring man
Cause I can't seem to understand
That what's achieved through might and steel
Can't compare to how it feels to hold
This heart of gold
To hold her love
So I leave sadness in my wake
And what I do want I do take
It's become an industry
There are no tears left in me
But maybe when I'm grey and old
And when I hear my story told
I can begin to see
The truth about this mystery
That love can be given, sold and bought
And love can be hidden, found and lost
But never stolen
No one can steal a heart of gold
But never stolen
No one can steal love
I set out once upon a time
To steal her heart but she stole mine
Said it was a fairytale
But stories do not end this way....
All the best from Norway!