Go tell it on the mountaintops That I'm alive Go listen to the children cry And let them know That dark and night are not their masters Between you you'll know all the things That I never said out loud Don't walk away from the crowd Go tell them that it's cold outside And I won't thrive there And I'm getting tired of hiding My face From your disgrace Although you think that you've disguised it And when you get too tired of waiting To picture My face in the clouds Look around I know it won't be sown the way You want it to be I will make it grow with or without you You'll pray, I'll wait You may fall down a time or two Go tell it in the valleys low That I'm alive Go listen to the men that sigh And let them know that dark and night Are not their masters And when you get too tired of waiting To picture My face in the clouds Look around