Written by: Ken Hensley
Recorded at 'Look At Yourself' sessions 1971, released for the first time on 'The Lansdowne Tapes' compilation 1993

Will I never see again
The smiling faces of my friends
Could it be theyíve gone completely
And though thoughts will linger
Sweetly in my heart

May I hear once more
The bird calls my name
May I be permitted just one friend
To share my game

The one who doesnít give a damn
For what I seem to be
And really cares for what I am
And whatís within my heart

I believe the sun will shine
And I know that given time
The leaves will blow tumble
And cry upon the autumn stone below

And my heart grows tired each day
As the sun grow cold
Weary uninspired each day
Til the story is told

You gave your love to one
Who only wants what you seem to be
And doesnít really care for you
Or whatís within your heart

On my grave lay one black rose
Do this for me but donít suppose
Because Iím gone, my soul is dead
For Iíll be here in spirit
And our love once more

There must be a heart somewhere
In need of the love I have
That will reach out in sincerety
And take my life in hand

Then Iíll know itís not someone
Who wants just what I seem to be
The one who cares for what I am
And whatís within my heart

Whatís within my heart ...