Hope is the thing with feather that perches on the soul And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all, hope Hope Hey, good morning, hey
Pull the cobers from my mind Bring me to the morning time I hear angels and you are mine Awake in your sweet harmony Where everything is fine Everything is fine
Keepers of the sky Some souls are just meant to fly Keepers of the sky Some souls are just meant to fly
No ones free quite like you See the world through different eyes I hear your song and I feel alive Hope is always there love Don't let it pass you by
Keepers of the sky Some souls are just meant to fly Keepers of the sky Some souls are just meant to fly
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all, hope Hope
