From the heart we all cry for joy and pain,
From the heart we all smile and love-ove ove
All the sadness and the pain I've felt,
All the happiness and joy I've felt
After the time goes by, all is in the past
All the books my father gave to me
All the books I gave to you my love,
Each time the book is closed the story's left behind
When I was young I believed there was a sun
that goes up and a sun that goes down
In my heart I always thought they were two things
And the moon and the stars in the night
were the same li-ghts that lit up the streets
They were the same to my young eyes
Tears of sadness and the tears of joy
After the crying it is all the same
It all comes down to the thought those tears are from the heart
The goodness that we share from our heart
All the mornings when I think of you
All the evenings when I feel for you
You bring out the poet in me, philosopher too my dear
