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