Old man on the street Chin down he walks alone He has nothing to eat He has nowhere to go Preacher man he approach Says he knows what to do Old man he looks up With tear filled eyes he doubts there's anything new And the preacher man says CHORUS: Your hope is round the corner Waiting for you (to turn the corner) And if you round that corner He'll show it to you Woman pushing her cart Filled with all that she owns A tear freezes in her heart But she can't sell her heart though it's made of gold She stumbles upon a house The food's warm she'll stay dry for the night She asks them how much it costs They replied, it's already been paid on a cross CHORUS Hope's there in front of you Open your heart and He'll see you through There can be no other way