Did you hear of the city on the hill? Said one old man to the other It once shined bright and it would be shining still But they all started turning on each other
You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallow And the soldiers thought the poets were weak And the elders saw the young ones as foolish And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one, they ran away With their made up minds, to leave it all behind And the light began to fade, in the city on the hill The city on the hill
Each one thought that they knew better That they were different by design Instead of standing strong together They let their differences divide
And one by one, they ran away With their made up minds, to leave it all behind And the light began to fade, in the city on the hill The city on the hill
And the world is searching still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers That gave the poets life It was the spirit of the poets That gave the soldiers strength to fight It was the fire of the young ones It was the wisdom of the old It was the story of the poor man That needed to be told
It is the rhythm of the dancers That gives the poets life It is the spirit of the poets That gives the soldiers strength to fight It is the fire of the young ones It is the wisdom of the old It is the story of the poor man That's needing to be told
One by one, we'll be running away With our made up minds to leave it all behind As the light begins to fade, in the city on the hill The city on the hill
One by one, we'll be running away With our made up minds, to leave it all behind As the light begins to fade, in the city on the hill The city on the hill
Come home And the Father's calling still Come home To the city on the hill Come home