Heart and Soul - Wolfstone

It’s in the rhythm of a dancer

And every standard flag unfurled

It’s in the bride’s eternal answer

And every child across the world

Heart and soul

Heart and soul

It’s in the rhythm of the dancer

In all the words that’s ever sung

Sweetly from the honest tongue

With music there to melt the snow

Rising from the fiddle bow

In the milling of the factory steel

In the clicking of the spinning wheel

In all of those working years

And a working man’s blood sweat and tears

It’s always in the smile that greets you

When the morning sun it wakes you

In the beauty of her bright blue eyes

Like beauty of the Northern skies