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 god 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.

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...