From the dead These hopes that hanging by a thread Now raise from the ropes instead To your loving arms Fifteen strong The cutthroat choir sing their song Though I don't hear now I belong to your loving arms Somewhere there's a dream for me Winding down the back roads Whistling through the trees Cross the tracks to your ever loving arms In my stride I'll cross valleys far and wide Trace the rivers through a turning tide To your loving arms Somewhere there's a dream for me Skipping cross the rooftops on a summer breeze Cross the tracks to your ever loving arms I belong to your ever loving arms