I think of a lot of a things when i'm walking.
i think of a lot of a things walking home.
i say them aloud, to myself i am talking.
i talk to myself when we are alone.
Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
why-ee-i-ee-i am i feeling no pain?
why-ee-i-ee-i do i cry when i say good
bye-ee-i-ee-i, when i'm calling your name?
I look to the left and the right when i'm crossing.
i look straight ahead when i'm crossing the road.
the baggage i carry, that load i am tossing.
i look back behind at the row that i've hoed.
Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
why-ee-i-ee-i am i feeling no pain?
why-ee-i-ee-i do i cry when i say good
bye-ee-i-ee-i, when i'm calling your name?
Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
why-ee-i-ee-i am i feeling no pain?
why-ee-i-ee-i do i cry when i say good
bye-ee-i-ee-i, when i'm calling your name?