Heart to Heal

I have got a heart to heal,
I carried it beyond the hill,
And over every farm and field I strode,
It did know another once,
And flew like birds of outer banks,
When bound unto that sounder heart's abode.

I have got a heart to heal I moan,
I have got a heart to heal I know.

I was in the ever greens,
Beyond the birch and ginsom weed,
When the breeze blew a seedling and a kite,
And now I'm in a strange hotel,
I'm hearing voices through the wall,
Rising from the poisoned well tonight.

I have got a heart to heal I moan,
I have got a heart to hearl I know.

On a west-end crested bute,
Fell a cannary and a boot,
A lute, a fruited prairy and a stone,
You you have and iron will,
Rings of gold and nerves of steel,
What key'll deal the card or crack the code.

To mend my heart to heal,
And send it home?