If the morning star still disappears
behind a sky of blue,
if people rise and go to work
like they always do,
as long as young folks fall in love
and kids keep growing tall,
with the earth below and the sky above,
there is hope for one and all.
If the moon still moves the deep blue sea
and rules the hearts of men,
if the world
keeps turning quietly,
here we go again.
If the winter grass turns April green when the
rain begins to fall,
if there's water flowing from the stream,
there's hope for one and
all.
There's hope for you and me, my friend,
with our backs against the wall.
If there's
water flowing from the stream,
there's hope for one and all.
If a man still does the best he can,
oh, no one cares.
If mothers rock their babes to sleep,
say a little prayer.
If the old car starts when the wind blows cold,
away down in the fall,
if there's one
good spark in the falling dark,
there's hope for one and all.
There's hope for you and me, my friend,
with our backs against the wall.
If there's one good spark in the falling dark,
there's hope for one and all.