When you walk through the storm,
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind.
Walk on through the rain.
Through your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart.
And you'll ne - ver walk a - lone,
You'll ne - ver walk a - lone...
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