The Wind And The Storm
Come the wind, and the storm
As the wills go to war on me
And my eyes unfold
As it comes to take hold
So stop, and pick up where we left off
And watch, there's little room left for talk
Cover my eyes I'm told
But the bright turns my eyes to gold
We're better off around the oak trees
In the park, they're watching over me
With their arms I'm gonna build me
A ship built to take me home
Cover my eyes I'm told
But the bright turns my eyes to gold
Come the wind, and the storm
As the wills go to war on me
And my eyes unfold
As it comes to take hold
Writer/s: TRENTON JAMES WHEELER, AARON DAVID STONER, CHRIS SEMMELBECK, JENNY MOSCOSO, NATHAN JAMES ALLEN
