How I Love the Roar of Thunder
How I love the roar of thunder
as I lay in bed at night
to see God crack His lightning whip
and scare everyone in sight.
Soon the heavens start to weep;
into the earth their tears will seep
bringing sweet nourishment to every plant that grows -
the honeysuckle and the rose.
Winter's starting to fade from view,
sending forth life anew;
like the tulips pushing through the ground,
never uttering a sound.
The robin's will sing their songs of love for everyone to hear.
I think that's the part I like the best about this time of year.
And as the sun begins to rise;
as we open up our eyes...
the morning glories will be in bloom -
I have to say it's none too soon.
as I lay in bed at night
to see God crack His lightning whip
and scare everyone in sight.
Soon the heavens start to weep;
into the earth their tears will seep
bringing sweet nourishment to every plant that grows -
the honeysuckle and the rose.
Winter's starting to fade from view,
sending forth life anew;
like the tulips pushing through the ground,
never uttering a sound.
The robin's will sing their songs of love for everyone to hear.
I think that's the part I like the best about this time of year.
And as the sun begins to rise;
as we open up our eyes...
the morning glories will be in bloom -
I have to say it's none too soon.
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