When in the old days I heard about a landlord being killed, my heart sang.

But what really makes my heart sing is helping people.

"Does not your heart sing that we should spend eternity together?"

His heart sang at the sound of her name in his mind.

When I saw the cathedrals my heart just rose up and sang within me.

"This my son was dead and is alive again," sang his heart.

She could see that he was agitated about something, but it made her heart sing just to look at him.

We're looking for the theme that will make America's heart sing.

But he was alive, and her heart sang with the joyous knowledge.

Then, in the afternoon, something happened which made my heart sing.