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start
storm clouds gather
batter the sky
start
storm clouds gather
batter the sky
oh
they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh
oh
they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh
oh
they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh
oh
they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh
oh they tell me of a home far away
oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh they tell me of an unclouded day. oh the land of cloudless days
oh they tell me of a home far away
oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh they tell me of an unclouded day. oh the land of cloudless days
o they tell me of a home far away;
o they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
o they tell me of an uncloudy day. o the land of cloudless day
o they tell me of a home far away;
o they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
o they tell me of an uncloudy day. o the land of cloudless day
oh they tell me of a home far away
oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh they tell me of an uncloudy day
oh they tell me of a home far away
oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
oh they tell me of an uncloudy day
o they tell me of a home far away;
o they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
o they tell me of an unclouded day. o the land of cloudless day
o they tell me of a home far away;
o they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
o they tell me of an unclouded day. o the land of cloudless day
and they tell me of a home far away
they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
they tell me of an unclouded day
and they tell me of a home far away
they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
they tell me of an unclouded day
the death of you and me
'cause i can feel the storm clouds
sucking up my soul. high tide
the death of you and me
'cause i can feel the storm clouds
sucking up my soul. high tide
the death of you and me
'cause i can feel the storm clouds
sucking up my soul. high tide
the death of you and me
'cause i can feel the storm clouds
sucking up my soul. high tide
god has just begun to make a way
way. storm clouds may rise
strong winds may blow
god has just begun to make a way
way. storm clouds may rise
strong winds may blow
oh
they tell me of a place where no storm clouds rise
oh
oh
they tell me of a place where no storm clouds rise
oh