Verse 1:

Bm                                                  D*
Did you hear of the city on the hill?
C                                                                     Em7
Said one old man to the other
Bm                                                                         D*
It once shined bright and it would be shining still
C                                                                     Em7
But they all started turning on each other

Verse 2:

Bm                                                                    D*
You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallow
C                                                                      Em7
And the soldiers thought the poets were weak
Bm                                                                       D*
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
C                                                                       Em7
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak

Chorus:

G
And one by one
D
They ran away
C
With their made up minds
Em7
To leave it all behind
G                       D
And the light began to fade
C
In the city on the hill
C
The city on the hill

Verse 3:

Bm                                                                   D*
Each one thought that they knew better
C                                                                    Em7
That they were different by design
Bm                                                                   D*
Instead of standing strong together
C                                                                    Em7
They let their differences divide

Chorus:

G
And one by one
D
They ran away
C
With their made up minds
Em7
To leave it all behind
G                       D
And the light began to fade
C
In the city on the hill
C
The city on the hill
Passage:

Bm   D*   C     Em7
                And the world is searching still
Bm   D*   C

Bridge:

G
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
D
It was the spirit of the poets
C
That gave the soldiers strength to fight
G
It was the fire of the young ones
Bm
It was the wisdom of the old
C
It was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told

Ending:

Bm      D*     C
                Come home
Em7
And the Father's calling still
Bm      D*     C
                Come home
Em7
To the city on the hill
Bm      D*     C
                Come home