Your constant heart, beats like the road,
It cuts through the rain, and clears the snow,
And in our summer, we take it slow,
Letting the wind, die in the hollow.
Your constant heart.
Now that the leaves are strewn, on your constant path,
Your feet won't stumble from your chosen task,
Like the light above, and the earth so red,
Your constant heart, never leaves me guessing.
Your constant heart.
I'm still excited by the good, good night you bring,
The long, loud song you sing and the boom-boom beat that rings.
From your constant heart, that's my defence,
The rich man's judge, the poor man's friend,
Your constant heart.
Like the sky so strong, like the trees so blown,
Like the earth so warm, like the clouds so ripped and torn,
Your constant, your constant heart, your constant heart.
Words and Music - Ricky Ross