Dark Horse - Foy Vance

Hope’s a dark horse and it shows no sign

Of having gone before you

And as a matter of course, call it chance or design

It never seems to ignore you

It hides in the shadow of several dark alleys

And then when you least expect

It bites through the marrow and fills the dead valleys

With grass and peace and insence

Hold me close and hold me strong

Hold me pure and hold me long

Hold me dark and hold me light

Hold me wrong and hold me right

Hope is a sword with both sides as sharp

As the other as sharp as the other

And it cuts you of course and it cuts to the heart

It cuts all your sisters and brothers

It cannot be blunted by roughest of stones

And the wounds will not lose their sting

They just grow deeper 'til they cut through the bones

Fill you up with the heartache and peace about things

Hold me close and hold me strong

Hold me pure and hold me long

Hold me dark and hold me light

Hold me wrong, hold me right

Hold me close and hold me strong

Hold me pure and hold me long

Hold me dark and hold me light

Hold me wrong and hold me right