"My Poor Old Heart" lyrics

Alison Krauss & Union Station Lyrics

"My Poor Old Heart"

Don't expect too much from my poor old heart
You can blame me unforgiven for my scars
You might just be the best that I can find
But I can't seem to forget the tears I've cried

I don't know that I will ever trust again
It's a price I must pay for all my sins
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt
And my heart may be lost never to be found

Once upon a time I did believe
In my true love that swept me off my feet
Then the wind of change swept him away
And left me drowning in my own pain

I don't know that I will ever love again
It's a price that I must pay for all my sins
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt
And my heart may be lost never to be found

I don't know that I will ever love again
It's the price that I must pay for all my sins
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt
I don't know that I will ever trust again
It's the price I must pay for all my sins
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt
And my heart may be lost never to be found


Thanks to Elyzabeth for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Donna Lynne Hughes
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