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
BREWIN' 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
AND YOU MAKE THE SUN
WANT TO SHINE
STORMS NEVER LAST
DO THEY BABY
THE BAD TIMES
THE BAD TIMES
THE BAD TIMES ALL PASS
YOUR HAND IN MINE
STILLS THE THUNDER
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 THE THUNDER