This, is this the song From all the rooftops And all the ramparts That our lonely lives are whole That our tiny hearts are full Be the voice that echoes far Hope is just above the bluest stars See how they burn like sky fires They’re watching All our ships on bellowed seas Were we were running from his reach We were afraid of how he showed That love was broken and alone This, is this the song From all the rooftops And all the ramparts Be the voice that echoes far Hope is just above the bluest stars