hold your head up high,? ?

and don't be afraid of the dark ;

at the end of the storm there is a golden sky

and the sweet silver song of the lark.

Walk on through the wind,

walk on through the rain,

tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,

and you'll never walk alone,

you'll never walk alone.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,

and you'll never walk alone,

you'll never walk alon? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?