from across the meadow Rain buckets on the kitchen floor An old letter and the coffins empty But all these storms I know will weather All these storms
the pain will be worthwhile (From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm
One day shots rang across the peaceful valley God was crying tears that fell like rain Before the railroad came from Kansas City And the bullets hit the
: One day shots rang across the peaceful valley God was crying tears that fell like rain Before the railroad came from Kansas City And the bullets hit
One day shots rang across the peaceful valley God was crying tears that fell like rain Before the railroad came from Kansas City And the bullets hit
