Storms never last do they, baby
And bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine

Oh, I followed you down so many roads baby
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And every road we took god knows our search was for the truth
And the storms brewing now won't be the last

Storms never last do they, baby
And 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
And bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine

Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you
You make the sun want to shine