I Think Of A Lot Of A Things When I'm Walking.

I Think Of A Lot Of A Things Walking Home.

I Say Them Aloud, To Myself I Am Talking.

I Talk To Myself When We Are Alone.



Why-ee-i-ee-i Is My Bleeding Heart Beating?

Why-ee-i-ee-i Am I Feeling No Pain?

Why-ee-i-ee-i Do I Cry When I Say Good

Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm Calling Your Name?



I Look To The Left And The Right When I'm Crossing.

I Look Straight Ahead When I'm Crossing The Road.

The Baggage I Carry, That Load I Am Tossing.

I Look Back Behind At The Row That I've Hoed.



Why-ee-i-ee-i Is My Bleeding Heart Beating?

Why-ee-i-ee-i Am I Feeling No Pain?

Why-ee-i-ee-i Do I Cry When I Say Good

Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm Calling Your Name?



Why-ee-i-ee-i Is My Bleeding Heart Beating?

Why-ee-i-ee-i Am I Feeling No Pain?

Why-ee-i-ee-i Do I Cry When I Say Good

Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm Calling Your Name?