When the winds whip the barricades
And the day has turned to night
And the storm beats the shelter of the poor
When the thunder is upon us
And we search in vain for light
And fear pounds her fist on every door
As the water rises
And hearts are filled with fright
Still we seek the sight on yonder's shore
Chorus:
Hope dies last
It is the flame that feeds the fire
Hope dies last
It is the dream that drives us higher
We revive and we remember
Not the first and not the last
Ever holding fast
Hope dies last
David met Goliath
On the battlefield that day
Armed with hope smooth and hard as a stone
Moses faced the Pharaoh
Led the children all away
Till he ascended to the mountain top alone
Still we wander in the wilderness
Searching for the way
But to find we were never far from home Chorus
Bridge:
It is the cool breeze in the mineshaft
The shipwrecked sailor's dream
The message in a bottle:
We are more than we seem Chorus
Every seed we lay to rest
Every promise that's foretold
Every prayer that we offer up on high
Every ship we point to harbor
Every hand we reach to hold
Every lonely voice that dares to question why
Every child we bring to birth
Every vision we unfold
Every dream that keep us reaching for the sky Chorus
©2005 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)
And the day has turned to night
And the storm beats the shelter of the poor
When the thunder is upon us
And we search in vain for light
And fear pounds her fist on every door
As the water rises
And hearts are filled with fright
Still we seek the sight on yonder's shore
Chorus:
Hope dies last
It is the flame that feeds the fire
Hope dies last
It is the dream that drives us higher
We revive and we remember
Not the first and not the last
Ever holding fast
Hope dies last
David met Goliath
On the battlefield that day
Armed with hope smooth and hard as a stone
Moses faced the Pharaoh
Led the children all away
Till he ascended to the mountain top alone
Still we wander in the wilderness
Searching for the way
But to find we were never far from home Chorus
Bridge:
It is the cool breeze in the mineshaft
The shipwrecked sailor's dream
The message in a bottle:
We are more than we seem Chorus
Every seed we lay to rest
Every promise that's foretold
Every prayer that we offer up on high
Every ship we point to harbor
Every hand we reach to hold
Every lonely voice that dares to question why
Every child we bring to birth
Every vision we unfold
Every dream that keep us reaching for the sky Chorus
©2005 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)