Whoa who knows When I was a baby-child, my daddy said to me Many mountains we must climb, before we'll be free But he never told me, about the bruises on my knees They would be the map that leads, where we need to be
And Oh that storm came down Forty days, forty nights Who knows, what the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more
Who knows, which way the wind is blowing And that we will look back on these things And we won't cry no more Whoa Who Knows
Wandering blindly, searching for the truth And anchored to a solid rock, that we could hold onto But there's no tomorrow, not for everyone Who will hear your last harsh words when your time on earth is done
That sun goes down Forty days, forty nights Who knows, what the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more
Who knows, which way the wind is blowing And that we will look back on these things And we won't cry no more Hold your lamp down, don't let the wind blow it out Hold that light child and one day it's gonna shine
Sing until the darkness it is lifted Sing until the darkness it is lifted