Mother mother I feel your soul
A familiar push a familiar pull
Your womb was once a place called home
Now I walk the earth alone
Your hands were hewn to know my needs
To labor long in loving me
But now the path ahead is clear
Pick up your staff your time is here
Cause hope is on the mend
Cause hope is on the mend
Cause hope is on the mend
Cause hope is on the mend
Father, father I know you're near
Turning the soil out in the fields
You bend your alabaster frame
O're the fields you know by name
Your muscles they know atrophy
But still your whole heart
Gives to me
Cause hope is on its way
Cause hope is on its way
Cause hope is on its way
Cause hope is on its way
It is your spirits that make me whole
The stuff of character
The stuff of gold
Because your hands have held me near, I can go without a fear
Because your hands have held me near, I can go without a fear
Cause hope's already here
Cause hope's already here
Cause hope's already here
Cause hope's already here