My Heart

My heart is beating up and down, Is walking like some heavy feet. My heart is going every day, And I can hear it jump and beat.

At night before I go to sleep, I feel it beating in my head; I hear it jumping in my neck And in the pillow on my bed.

And then I make some little words To go along and say with it-- The men are sailing home from Troy, And all the lamps are lit.

The men are sailing home from Troy, And all the lamps are lit.