When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
...
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
...
You'll always find a warm refreshment here now. Thank you for a lovely conversation. I enjoyed it thoroughly.