You say the hill's too steep
To climb, try it.
You say you'd like
To see me try climb it.
You pick the place and I'll choose the time.
And I'll climb the hill in my own way,
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree-line
And the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound
Of the things you've said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced
The crowd, smiling.
Merciless the magistrate
Turns round, frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
Go down in your own way
And every day is the right day.
And as you rise above
The fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound
Of the faces in the crowd.
You never walk alone,
You never walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.
And you never walk alone,
You never walk alone.