I think of a lot of things when I'm walking I think of a lot of things walking home I say them alound, 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 The load I am tossing I look back behind at the Row that I've hoed. Chorus,Chorus