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
How they would be the map
That leads to where we need to be
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 when we look back on these things
We won't cry no more
Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows
Wandering blindly
Searching for the truth
And anchored to a solid rock
That we could hold on to
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 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 when we look back on these things
We won't cry no more
Whoa tilt the lamp now
Don't let the wind blow it out
Oh guide the light child
'Cause one day it's gonna shine
Sing up 'til the darkness it is lifted
Sing up 'til the darkness it is lifted