The Storm

Who took down all the summer, mother
Who bade all the long days gone
Was it you who banished the summer, brother
And made the nights so long
Night so long

The winds turned cold, my friend, again
There ain’t no place for us to hide
This storm we’ll have to sit through again, my friend
Button up our coats with our pride
With our pride

The storm though, I think, we’ll weather
I think we’ll make it out alive
We’ll come out the other side better
And in better shape we can ride
We can ride