Hope Yet
©2007 Gibbens/Weston

Some died by poison,
Some in the violence,
Some by their own hands fell,
Some died with high hopes,
Some feeling all would be well.
All these were heroes,
All these were martyrs,
All these were brave and true.
They left the rest to you.
They left the rest to you.

Come down the mountain,
Bring what you found there,
Knock on their hearts of stone.
You’ll find companions
Even though you go alone.
Tell them there’s hope yet
Though times are wicked.
Where there’s a will there’s a won’t,
Where there’s a faith there’s a way.
Where there’s a faith there’s a way.

Freedom’s marching,
Freedom’s marching…

Oh can you hear me,
Say can you hear me,
Now can you hear me say,
After the battle
David had a harp to play.
Come down the mountain,
Bring what you found there,
Knock on their hearts of stone.
Where there’s a will there’s a won’t,
Where there’s a faith there’s a way.

Freedom’s marching,
Freedom’s marching…

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