Storms never last do they baby

Bad times are passed with the wind

Your hand in mine stills the thunder

And you make the sun wanna 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 brewin' now won't be the last



But storms never last do they babe

Bad times are passed with the wind

Your hand in mine stills the thunder

And you make the sun wanna shine



Storms never last do they babe

Bad times all pass with the wind

Your hand in mine stills the thunder

And you make the sun wanna shine