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.