There was a boy, a bitter boy,
Whos gloden heart I saw gleaming
I thought I'd win the heart within
But now I know that I was dreaming

But I will rise and I will sing,
Until the day I can't conceal it,
Because I hold the saddest song,
I wish to god you cannot feel it

And then the boy, the bitter boy,
He came to me for rest and healing
He reached in his chest, deep in his breast,
And held out the heart for me still gleaming

But I will rise and I will sing,
Until the day I can't conceal it,
Because I hold the saddest song,
I wish to god you cannot feel it

And then the boy, me and the boy,
We walked for miles through stormy weather,
And hand in hand, we roamed the land,
And held the gleaming heart together

But I will rise and I will sing,
Until the day I can't conceal it,
Because I hold the saddest song,
I wish to god you cannot feel it

And then the boy, the bitter boy,
He came to take the gleaming treasure
He reached in my chest, deep in my breast,
And took the gleaming heart forever

But I will rise and I will sing,
Until the day I can't conceal it,
And then I'll sing the saddest song,
I wish to god you cannot hear it

Oh and then I'll sing the saddest song,
And wish to god you cannot hear it