Hope it is a Feathered Thing

Oh hope it is a feathered thing that perches in the soul
It sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
It's sweetest when the wind is high and bitter is the storm
That tries to shame the little bird that keeps so many warm
I hear it in the coldest night, and on the strangest sea
Yet never has this little bird asked one thing of me
It's sweetest when the wind is high and bitter is the storm
That tries to shame the little bird that keeps so many warm
That tries to shame the little bird that keeps so many warm



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Writer(s): Jack Sharp
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