Hope and Tears

On the trail I hear them weeping.
On the frozen ground they sleep.
From the stockades to Oklahoma,
Wind is cold and snow is deep.

But, I hope in the song that was sung by a savior, who said
When the shadows fall, a light shines out a call for compassion and sorrow.
Maybe we can be the people with hope for tomorrow.

Heavy bags upon her shoulders.
There're no shoes upon her feet.
There is a dying baby in her arms.
Nothing more for them to eat.

But, I hope in the song that was sung by a savior, who said
When the shadows fall, a light shines out a call for compassion and sorrow.
Maybe we can be the people with hope for tomorrow.

Like a glimmer in the darkness,
Like a whisper in the night,
It's not too late to hear the calling,
Not too late to make it right.

And, I hope in the song that was sung by a savior, who said
When the shadows fall, a light shines out a call for compassion and sorrow.
Maybe we can be the people with hope for tomorrow.