The faint ring of a minstrel strum seeped through the entry, perfumed by magnolia....

a scratchy baritone summing up a century...

D                    D                        G
 How do we value a man, after all?
 D                    D                       A
 Why do we love him, and answer his call?
 D                                                        G
 Oh, where do we look for the mark of his worth?
 D                                   A                           D
 Or the reason that he is here, walking this earth?
 
D         Em     G
 It's in his heart,
 D                  A
 It's in his heart,
 D                                    Em
 There's no other place to start,
A                    D
 It's in his heart.

D                    D                                          G
 Can you sum up a man by the coin that he holds?
 D                    D                       A
 Or whether he's young, whether he's old?
 D                    D                                          G
 Have you ever pondered the compass that guides
  D                    D                                 A
To follow the straight path, wherever it lies?

D         Em     G
 It's in his heart,
 D                  A
 It's in his heart,
 D                                    Em
 There's no other place to start,
 A                    D
 It's in his heart.
 

 Em                       F#m                Em                 F#m
 Oh, look in his eyes, they're bright and they're true,
 Em                       F#m       G              A
 No matter what colour, they're looking at you,
 Em                       F#m           Em            F#m
 And what do you see, when you look deep inside?
    C           C             A               A
 A man full of love, honour and pride.

 D         Em     G
 It's in his heart,
 D                  A
 It's in his heart,
 D                                    Em
 There's no other place to start,
 A                    D
 It's in his heart.