Hope Is the Thing With Feathers Lyrics by Ben Moore
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
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Ben Moore Lyrics – Hope Is the Thing With Feathers