Storms never last do they, baby Bad times all pass with the winds Your hand in mine steals the thunder You make the sun want to shine Oh, I followed you down so many roads, baby I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs And every road we took, God knows, our search was for the truth And the storm brewin' now won't be the last Storms never last do they, baby Bad times all pass with the winds Your hand in mine steals the thunder You make the sun want to shine Storms never last do they, baby Bad times all pass with the winds Your hand in mine steals the thunder You make the sun want to shine Storms never last do they, baby