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I Think the Storm's Gonna Come

Listen to the wind outside,
it’s blowing so hard,
I think the storm’s gonna come.

Look at the clouds,
they’re becoming too dark,
I think the storm’s gonna come.

Then comes the rain
sweeping at the window pane,
see the trees dancing swiftly
throughout the day.

Soldiers are getting ready
for the big day,
it’s the month of May.

I hear explosions
while sitting near the door
far from my home.

I hear some footsteps
running by the doorstep,
I can’t find the time to sleep.

I see a fellow
lying in a ditch too shallow,
he will never see tomorrow
and I can feel my sorrow.

A storm is raging,
there’s a lot of mourning,
I can’t understand the meaning.

Listen to the wind outside,
it’s blowing so hard,
I think the storm’s gonna come.

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