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 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
But storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine
But storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine
But storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine
