When storms rage over your peaceful mountain lands
flooding lush green valley's far below
When your boldest of plans it seems
are only pipe dreams and schemes
look yonder for a place to go
Where I'll turn back for you
your curtains at night
stop the thunder and
rain.
then wipe away your tears tonight
til mornin comes
again
When battle lines flare
and folks don't seem to care
when there's nowhere left to go
just then,
I'll sing you sweet lulabyes
to forget them ole bye and byes
til mornin comes
again.
When storms rage over peaceful mountain lands
flooding lush, green valleys far below
When your boldest of plans
it seems
are only pipe-dreams
and schemes
look yonder for a place we know
Where I'll turn back for you
the curtain of the night
stop thunder and rain
then wash away your fears tonight
til mornin comes
til mornin comes
til mornin comes
again.
Buddy Bee Anthony
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