Text: John Wesley Harding. Poor Heart.

Poor heart, what to do?
Dim the light
There's no respite
For you, for you

Poor heart, can you see?
Will you beat
A sad retreat for me?
Poor heart

Poor mouth, poor eyes
Poor soul, poor mind
Poor start, poor heart

Poor heart, look around
Who else remains
Who can contain
Your frown, your frown?

Poor heart, why so vain?
Are you rich enough
To play so rough again?
Poor heart

Poor mouth, poor eyes
Poor soul, poor mind
Poor start, poor heart

Poor heart, here's your part
Nothing's done
Till it is sung
Poor heart