You say the hill's too steep to climb.
climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try,
climbing.
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds,
I look down,
at the sound of the things you said today.
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
you'll go down in your own way.
And every day is the right day.
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
(You’ll Never Walk Alone)
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk
You'll never walk
You'll never walk alone.
Simple and fundamentally profound; composed by Gilmour.
http://www.davidgilmour.com/index.htm