Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Verse 1 Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. Chorus It never stops, it never fades, Through storm and fire, through night and day. A fragile song the heart still knows— The thing with feathers never goes. Verse 2 And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. Chorus It never stops, it never fades, Through storm and fire, through night and day. A fragile song the heart still knows— The thing with feathers never goes. Bridge I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea, Yet never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. Final Chorus It never stops, it never fades, Through storm and fire, through night and day. A fragile song the heart still knows— The thing with feathers never goes.