My Poor Heart Will
Flocks of crows have gathered and they're waiting here to see
What all the fuss is while they're trying to sleep
The town is all glooming with the brightest of the lights
The room is filled with minstrels and their cheeky broken smiles
Coffee and some sugar for the merry and the meek
Wine is just an excuse if you'd rather not speak
They're dancing and cheering it doesn't make sense
The carnival of heartbreak shall soon commence
Loving when you can't hold on
I will leave this town against your will
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
Your life falls apart with every tear
My Poor Heart Will
The feast is nearly set and you can smell it away for miles
Roasted steak will do you good if you're feeling down inside
Old men at the party know their way 'round this town
They have that sense of humour that you just can't get around
Welcome to this town you left all those years ago
Love can do you good, my boy but you just don't know
Old men and their stories preposterous and drunk
You sailor has returned but your ship sunk
Caring about the ones you love
So I will leave this town against your will
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
July still comes once a year
My Poor Heart Will
Caring 'bout the ones you love
Loving when you can't hold on
So giddy up
I will leave this town against your will
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
I will leave this town against your will (The wind whistles as you leave)
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
(The wind whistles as you leave)
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil (Broken cleave)
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
You know you're not sure but you know your heart is
Smoke from the chimney and vapour from a cup of tea
Now the wine tastes better you gotta trust me
I know your woman is a darling but you better keep her
Away from me
July still comes once a year...
My Poor Heart Will
My Poor Heart Will
What all the fuss is while they're trying to sleep
The town is all glooming with the brightest of the lights
The room is filled with minstrels and their cheeky broken smiles
Coffee and some sugar for the merry and the meek
Wine is just an excuse if you'd rather not speak
They're dancing and cheering it doesn't make sense
The carnival of heartbreak shall soon commence
Loving when you can't hold on
I will leave this town against your will
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
Your life falls apart with every tear
My Poor Heart Will
The feast is nearly set and you can smell it away for miles
Roasted steak will do you good if you're feeling down inside
Old men at the party know their way 'round this town
They have that sense of humour that you just can't get around
Welcome to this town you left all those years ago
Love can do you good, my boy but you just don't know
Old men and their stories preposterous and drunk
You sailor has returned but your ship sunk
Caring about the ones you love
So I will leave this town against your will
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
July still comes once a year
My Poor Heart Will
Caring 'bout the ones you love
Loving when you can't hold on
So giddy up
I will leave this town against your will
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
I will leave this town against your will (The wind whistles as you leave)
Say my goodbyes and wish you well
(The wind whistles as you leave)
You can't sell your soul if you're the devil (Broken cleave)
I don't believe in those tales but my poor heart will
You know you're not sure but you know your heart is
Smoke from the chimney and vapour from a cup of tea
Now the wine tastes better you gotta trust me
I know your woman is a darling but you better keep her
Away from me
July still comes once a year...
My Poor Heart Will
My Poor Heart Will
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Writer(s): Shaantanu Shende
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