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Verse 1

Did you hear of the city on the hill?

Said one old man to the other

It once shined bright and it would be shining still

But they all started turning on each other

Verse 2

You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallow

And the soldiers thought the poets were weak

And the elders saw the young ones as foolish

And the rich man never heard the poor man speak


And one by one

They ran away

With their made up minds

To leave it all behind

And the light began to fade

In the city on the hill

The city on the hill

Verse 3

Each one thought that they knew better

That they were different by design

Instead of standing strong together

They let their differences divide


And the world is searching still


But it was the rhythm of the dancers

That gave the poets life

It was the spirit of the poets

That gave the soldiers strength to fight

It was the fire of the young ones

It was the wisdom of the old

It was the story of the poor man

That needed to be told

Come home

And the Father's calling still

Come home

To the city on the hill

Come home