Lyrics

Storms Will Rise - Peter Keen

Storms will rise,
Thunder crack
Wind is raging
And I fear the lightning snap
My baby’s got her bottle
Warm Despite the hail upon my back

Scarecrows dangle
Like puppets by the street
Some are sleeping
On red velvet by my feet
My baby doesn’t see them
Sleeping, and can’t hear the children weep

CHORUS
Hand in hand the ghosts invite me
Dancing silently around me
Sleep is sweet. Life is bitter
But my baby’s hiccup
Keeps me pacing on the
The path beneath my [pause] beat

The road is ragged
Tickling my bare feet
Snow is coming
But the mountain air is sweet
My baby’s got a flower
Sniffs it as we climb out of the heat

Cold is biting
Snatching at my cheeks
Snow makes me shiver
Despite the pace I keep
But my baby’s got her bottle
Safe if we reach the other side.

CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

Angry voices
Whisper in the dawn
Where did they come from
When will they move on
But my baby’s belly’s full now
Laughing as she holds her broken flower

Storms will rise
Thunder crack
Wind is raging
And I fear the lightning snap
But my baby’s got her bottle
Warm despite the scorn upon my back

Hand in hand the ghosts invite me
Dancing silently around me
Sleep is sweet. Life is bitter
But my baby’s hiccup
Keeps me pacing on the
The path beneath my [pause] feet