Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

And sweetest in the gale is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

I've heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in extremity

It asked a crumb of me

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

I've heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in extremity

It asked a crumb of me

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm

Mmm mmmm