FROM THE HEART

Oh, a word is a gem Or a stone, or a song Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song Or a flame, or a two-edged sword Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume Or a drop of gall is a word You may choose your word like a connoisseur And polish it up with art But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart From the heart From the heart You may work on your word a thousand weeks But it will not glow like one That all unsought, leaps forth white hot When the fountains of feeling run You may choose your word like a onnoisseur And polish it up with art But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart Oh, a word is a gem Or a stone, or a song Or a flame, or a two-edged sword Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume Or a drop of gall is a word But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays Is the word that comes from the heart Is the word that comes from the heart