Hope's a dark horse and it shows no sign Of having gone before you And as a matter of course, call it chance or design It never seems to ignore you It hides in the shadow of several dark alleys And then when you least expect It bites through the marrow and fills the dead valleys With grass and peace and insence
Hold me close and hold me strong Hold me pure and hold me long Hold me dark and hold me light Hold me wrong and hold me right
Hope is a sword with both sides as sharp As the other as sharp as the other And it cuts you of course and it cuts to the heart It cuts all your sisters and brothers It cannot be blunted by roughest of stones And the wounds will not lose their sting They just grow deeper 'til they cut through the bones Fill you up with the heartache and peace about things
Hold me close and hold me strong Hold me pure and hold me long Hold me dark and hold me light Hold me wrong, hold me right
Hold me close and hold me strong Hold me pure and hold me long Hold me dark and hold me light Hold me wrong and hold me right