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 you 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