A poem of Emily Dickinson set to a simple 1-instrument-song.
singersongwriter
hope
poem
guitar
Lyrics
Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
Ive heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Refrain
Little Bird, don't fly away!
Please don't leave me now!
I need you
in my darkest hour!
Little Bird keep singing and
Please don't turn away!
I will listen and
try to understand!