[Chorus]
Storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine
[Verse]
Oh,i followed you down so many roads...baby
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sweet songs
And ever road we took God knows our search was for the truth
And the storm brewin now won t be the last
[Chorus]
Storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine