I have a song in my heart

That i should write for you

But the words are drowning in melancholy

And the ink is only blue

It should start with love, laughter and hope

But the birds have stopped singing

They’ve forgotten their notes

I would carve it in stone

With bare fingertips

If i thought it was worthy

To pass by your lips

I have a song in my heart

That i should write for you

But the words are drowning in melancholy

And the ink is only blue.