Thunder - Pink Martini, The von Trapps, The Chieftains

My steps are soft and slow

Yet also they are strong

They leave the past behind

They right where they’ve been wrong

My hands are stained

Yet they will learn to break these chains

Heal the heart that bleeds

Fight until they’re free

Even the mountains crumble

Even the seas will dry

Can you hear the thunder in the valley

Can you hear the whisper in the leaves

Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds

Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls

Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls

I’m nearly breaking

From this dream in which I range

I have got a chance

I have got to change

My hope in reality

Comes flowing from my dreams

Those who can’t chase clay

You’ll know what I mean

Listen the wheels are turning

Where are these rockets burning

Can you hear the thunder in the valley

Can you hear the whisper in the leaves

Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds

Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls

Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls