When the clouds cover the sky,
And the rain begins to fall,
You wish that you could stay in
That beautiful house of yours.
But a silver light is shining through
Into your house and into your room,
That is hope.

It will lead you, out of your room and out of your house,
It will lead you to a place,
Where the sun is shining brightly,
Where there are no clouds to be seen,
Where you can live happily.