My heart is not lonely or broken It's not of ice or of gold Nor has my heart ever spoken To me when a love has grown cold I felt not the faintest flatter When you brushed my cheek as you passed Nor will I willingly clutter My life with these thing that don't last (chorus) Be still my heart My heart be still Be still my heart My heart be still If our eyes should meet then so be it No need to trou..