Did you hear how the city on the hill Said one old man to the other It once shined bright and it would be shining still But they all started turning on each other You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow And the soldiers thought the poets were weak And the elders saw the young ones as foolish And the rich man never heard the poor man speak And one by one they ran away With their made up minds to leave it all behind And the light began to fade in the city on the hill The city on the hill Each one thought that they knew better But they were different by design Instead of standing strong together They let their differences divide And one by one they ran away With their made up minds to leave it all behind And the light began to fade in the city on the hill The city on the hill And the world is searching still But it was the rhythm of the dancers That gave the poets life It was the spirit of the poets That gave the soldiers strength to fight It was the fire of the young ones It was the wisdom of the old It was the story of the poor man That needed to be told It is the rhythm of the dancers That gives the poets life It is the spirit of the poets That gives the soldiers strength to fight It is the fire of the young ones It is the wisdom of the old It is the story of the poor man That's needing to be told One by one we run away With our made up minds to leave it all behind As the light begins to fade in the city on the hill One by one we run away With our made up minds to leave it all behind As the light begins to fade in the city on the hill City on the hill City on the hill Come home And the fire that's calling still Come home To the city on the hill Come home Come home