Hope, a village in the sun,
Built on ancient clay,
Burns anew with coming light
Each and every day
Hope’s a village burgeoning,
Do not think she’s sleeping —
There, the future of mankind
Always finds
It’s keeping
Other People's Feelings
Hope, a village in the sun,
Built on ancient clay,
Burns anew with coming light
Each and every day
Hope’s a village burgeoning,
Do not think she’s sleeping —
There, the future of mankind
Always finds
It’s keeping