[00:02.98]Hope is the thing with feathers
[00:06.87]That perches in the soul
[00:08.65]And sings the tune without the words
[00:11.27]And never stops at all
[00:13.49]
[00:14.11]And sweetest in the gale is heard
[00:17.10]And sore must be the storm
[00:19.37]That could abash the little bird
[00:21.16]That kept so many warm
[00:22.87]
[00:23.51]Ive heard it in the chillest land
[00:25.78]And on the strangest sea
[00:27.94]Yet, never, in extremity
[00:30.26]It asked a crumb of me

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
Ive heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me