Man is born to trouble All the days of his life As the sparks fly upward From bonfires at night They fill up the heavens With pin points of light And I've got a hope That is not in this world Time, it is turning Like a plow in the field It roots up the earth And what's hidden is revealed Sowing the future While the past, it is sealed I've got a hope That is not in this world Half of the battle Is only with myself While the other half Is something I can't help Lest I should stumble I try not to forget That every hair is numbered Every footstep, every breath And this life that I'm living It will not end in death I've got a hope That is not in this world I've got a hope that is not in this world