Do you hear the people sing?

Do you hear their voices ring?

Listen carefully, it’s there,

Although hearing it is rare,

Because it is fading fast.

It seems our song cannot last,

For the skies grow ever black,

And our lives go ever slack.

Our song is being drowned out,

By the ramblings of a lout,

And the clank of modern life,

And our decent into strife.

But if you listen, it’s there,

Little voices on the air,

Singing out a song of hope.

So worry not, we will cope.

Our song is quiet today,

But children will find a way,

To make the song heard again.

So hark, the song will grow loud,

And the music will be proud.

For hope and love it will bring,

When the children start to sing.