When you walk through a storm, hold your
Head up high and don't be afraid of the
Dark. At the end of the storm, there's
A golden sky and a sweet silver song of
A lark.

Walk on through the wind. Walk on through
The rain, though your dreams be tossed
And blown. Walk on. Walk on.

When you walk through a storm, hold your
Head up high and don't be afraid of the
Dark. At the end of the storm, there's
A golden sky and a sweet silver song of
A lark.

Walk on through the wind. Walk on through
The rain, though your dreams be tossed
And blown. Walk on. Walk on with hope,
Hope in your heart and you'll never walk
Alone. You'll never walk alone. You'll
Never walk alone.