What it is in my heart, if you ask, I shall tell you,
What it is in my heart,
If you ask I shall tell you,
How have I adored you,
How have I come to worship you,
What it is in my heart if you ask I shall tell you!
I am really touched and emotional, if you ask
I shall tell, tell you
What it is in my heart,
What has it happened to me!
All about the heartburn, the heartbreak and the heartbeat,
The forlorn and the depressed moods of mine.
The evening is heavy upon and is descending
And the wounds of love fresh in me,
Yea, I shall, shall say to you
What it is in my heart,
All about the bleeding wounds,
The dressing and nursing of it,
Its balm and consolation.
How did I console my broken self,
Took to calm resignation
Accepting the ordeals of fate and destiny
What it was allotted to me,
How, how did I console myself,
I and my love love only know it?
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