It's in the rhythm of a dancer
 And every standard flag unfurled
 It's in the bride's eternal answer
 And every child across the world
 [bad word] 
 Heart and soul
 Heart and soul
 It's in the rhythm of the dancer
 In all the words that's ever sung
 Sweetly from the honest tongue
 With music there to melt the snow
 Rising from the fiddle bow
 In the milling of the factory steel
 In the clicking of the spinning wheel
 In all of those working years
 And a working man's blood sweat and tears
 It's always in the smile that greets you
 When the morning sun it wakes you
 In the beauty of her bright blue eyes
 Like beauty of the Northern skies