From the dead These hopes that hanging by a thread Now raise me from the ropes instead To your loving arms Fifteen strong The cut-throat choir sing this song But I don't hear no :'I belong' To your loving arms Somewhere there's a dream for me Winding down round the back roles listen to the trees Cross the tracks to your ever loving arms In my stride I'll cross valleys far and wide Traced the rivers through a turning tide To your loving arms Somewhere there's a dream for me Skipping across the roof tops on a summer breeze Cross the tracks to your ever loving arms I belong to your ever loving arms