They say that hope has feathers,
A fact which might be true,
Because my hope has just flew away,
Since I fell in love with you.
When hope flies away,
Where does it go?
It might be out there waiting for me,
Or gone with Winter's snow.
Is my hope behind the clouds,
The ones that hide the moon?
I wish I knew where my hope has gone,
I wish I'd find it soon.