Everybody’s searching...

For a light in the dark...

Maybe it’s closer than we know...

Met her on a rainy Tuesday,

Eyes like stars in a sky so grey.

Didn’t preach or play no games,

Just gave her coat when the cold winds came.

They say the world’s gone cruel and cold,

But she’s the proof that good still grows.

Not in speeches, not in gold—

Just in the way her heart still glows.

She’s got a heart of gold!

Rarer than diamonds, pure as the snow.

She’s got a heart of gold!

Lighting the way when the shadows grow.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Heaven knows we need it now...

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

A heart of gold!

Seen her wait at the bus stop benches,

Sharing lunch with a homeless friend.

No cameras there, no Instagram fame—

Just love that don’t need a name.

Maybe angels don’t have wings...

Maybe they’re just...

People who give...

When nobody’s watching...

She’s got a heart of gold!

Rarer than diamonds, pure as the snow.

She’s got a heart of gold!

Lighting the way when the shadows grow.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Heaven knows we need it now...

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

A heart... of gold!

If you find one...

Hold it close...

A good heart...

Is the closest thing...

To magic we know...