When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
and don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of a lark.
|: Walk on through the [wind/rain] :|
though your dreams be tossed and blown.
($) |: Walk on :| with hope in your heart,
and you'll never walk alone
You'll never [*ever] walk alone.
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