The clouds will form a crown
Circling the rocky mountaintop
Telling us the rain is coming soon
As we sail the river up and down

The storm king has borne the seasons all
Worn them upon his brow
He guides the watchful boats below
I am the storm king now

He is bemused, sometimes delighted
Sees the trains, the hikers on the hill
In our progress and our industry
May we grow better still

The storm king has seen us from above
Rising up on the starboard bow
He knows the turning of the years
I am the storm king now

The storm king has borne the seasons all
Worn them upon his brow
He guides the watchful boats below
I am the storm king now
I am the storm king now