Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
It never stop at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
Kept so many warm

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
It never stop at all

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
It asked a crumb of me

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
It never stop at all

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
It never stop at all

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
It never stop at all