Silent Heart - Sarah Brightman

I sometimes wish my heart could 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 hill

Such noisy thoughts sing in my bosom then

I’m glad my heart is silent still

My heart is silent still

And all lines are repeated once more