Storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pass ... with the wind
Your hand in mine ... stills the thunder
And you make the sun ... want to shine
You followed me ... down so many roads ... baby
I've picked wild flowers ... and sung you soft sad songs
And every road we took Lord knows our search was for the truth
And the clouds ... brewing now ... won't be the last
Storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pass ... with the wind
Your hand in mine ... stills the thunder
And you make the sun ... want to shine
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Storms never last do they baby
Bad times, Bad times, Bad times all pass
Your hand in mine ... stills the thunder
And you make the sun ... want to shine
And you make the sun ... want to shine