Out of his heart he builds a home
V. Herbert
The world is blind, it only sings
The praises of poets, masters and Kings!
Their work, their words, their deed of flame,
Win all the fame, win all the fame!
So let my voice ring out for one
Who has no fame for great deeds done,
He spins no song, he rears no dome:
Out of his heart he builds a home!
Out of his heart alone he builds a home!
He rules no realm, he's more than King:
A woman's joy his harvesting!
He spins no song, he rears no dome:
Out of his heart he builds a home!
Out of his heart alone he builds a home!