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There's a black cloud rising, broad and wide |
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Like a dark horizon before my eyes |
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Better pray for peace and guard my kin' |
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Cause the thunderhead is rolling in |
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See the branches swaying, the waters crash |
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Through the deeper valley where few will pass |
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I will set my feet and raise my chin |
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When the thunderhead comes rolling in |
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Baby, where will you wait? |
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Where will you go |
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When the tide's rushing in the |
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And the cold winds come blowing? |
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Baby, when the thunderhead's raging |
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I will shelter you without breaking |
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Keep your lantern burning while skies go dark |
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Travel light and fleeting should you embark |
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On a journey forged of rugged ground |
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And a thunderhead comes bearing down |
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Baby, where will you wait? |
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Where will you go |
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When the tide's rushing in the |
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And the cold winds come blowing? |
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Baby, when the thunderhead's raging |
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I will shelter you without breaking |
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Baby, when the thunderhead's rolling |
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Mine will be the hand that you're holding |
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Hold me close and steady, do not lose heart |
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When the rest go running, |
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I'll not depart |
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We will find that well of hope within |
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When the thunderhead comes rolling in |
