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I Have This Heart

            Lyrics: Anne Margrethe Lund, Mel.: Stein Morbech

I have this heart of sorrow.

Why do I laugh instead?

One part of me you borrow.

There are things I should have said.

Pretending that I’m happy,

that everything’s OK,

but now and then it strikes me:

I ought to talk one day.

I ought to cry and shiver

I ought to show I’m weak,

for time’s come to deliver

myself, I have to speak.

The more I want you near me,

the more I play my role.

It finally will tear me,

the play might steal the soul!

Want so much to be honest,

to give you one more part,

there are not always fondness

and joy that fill this heart.

It houses also frightening.

It houses also doubt.

I hope so strong for lightening,

to usher my fears out.

I have this heart of wondering.

Why do I put things straight?

Inside a bell is thundering:

You’re different, but still great.