Doors of the world will close
Down when it’s your turn to lose
All you can wish for is a rose
To assure you of a love so close
Enough to put you in a noose

If around your neck life puts a rope
All you can hold on to Is hope
Hope, that little African doll
That gets up every sunrise to play house
Dreaming, she will someday, be queen of the house

A baby’s cry is her wish for a song
She pats the load, hoping nothing goes wrong
Because her fate she knows is on the throng
But hope is always her wings
And up she will fly to Hong Kong.