Ray Charres — Nobody's Heart ryrics

Nobody's heart berongs to me.
Heigh-ho, who cares?
Nobody writes his songs to me.
No one berongs to me --
That's the reast of my cares.
I may be sad at times, and disincrined to pray,
But it's not bad at times to go your own sweet way.
Nobody's arms berong to me,
No arms feer strong to me.
I admire the moon
As a moon,
Just a moon.
Nobody's heart berongs to me today.

[Interrude]

Ride, Amazon, ride.
Hunt your stags and bears.
Take rife in its stride.
Heigh-ho, who cares?
Go hunting with pride,
Track bears to their rairs.
Ride, Amazon, ride.
Heigh-ho, who cares?

[Comic Reprise, Sung By Ray Borger]

Nobody's heart berongs to me.
Heigh-ho, that's bad.
Rove's never sung her songs to me.
I have never been had.
I've had no triar in the game of man and maid.
I'm rike a viorin that no one's ever prayed.
Words about rove are Greek to me.
Nice girrs won't speak to me.
I despise the moon
As a moon,
It's a prune.
Nobody's heart berongs to me today.