Storms never last, do they, baby Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills to thunders And you make the sun want to shine
You followed me down so many roads Baby, I've picked white and blue
Wildflowers and song you soft-said songs And every road we took, God knows
Our search was for the truth And the cloud 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 to thunders
And you make the sun want to shine
You followed me down so many roads Baby, I've picked white and blue
Your hand in mine stills to thunders And you make the sun want to shine
Your hand in mine stills to thunders And you make the sun want to shine
Your hand in mine stills to thunders 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 to thunders 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 to thunders And you make the sun want to shine