(Marian Segal) Fly me to the north To where the gentle lilacs never bloom To where their fragrance never once again Will enter my room To where the whiteness is the only thing That I can see I just don't want to have to feel Your sadness all around me Fly me to where the branches Of the tall oak tree Can't shield me To where the bu*terfly will never Again fly past me To where the moonbeams Cannot hide the sadness of your face To where the cold will numb my heart So that you cannot hurt me But on the way I will stop By the bluest of all seas I will find me a sea-smooth shell And I will listen to the softness as I put it to my ear To my ear