I sometimes wish my heart
would speak and say
What my poor lips
can never tell
Of all the beauty
God has sent my way
And some that man
has made as well
I wish my heart
could whisper my delight
When I behold
what I love best
A rose a ship a book
a bird in flight
Orion riding in the West
But when I look upon
the best of men
Or hear his voice
far up the hall
Such noisy thoughts
sing in my bosom then
I'm glad my heart
is silent still
My heart is silent still
I sometimes wish my heart
would speak and say
What my poor lips
can never tell
Of all the beauty
God has sent my way
And some that man
has made as well
I wish my heart
could whisper my delight
When I behold
what I love best
A rose a ship a book
a bird in flight
Orion riding in the West
But when I look upon
the best of men
Or hear his voice
far up the hall
Such noisy thoughts
sing in my bosom then
I'm glad my heart
is silent still
My heart is silent still