The Golden Apple

The Storm

Lyrics & Melody by Michael Crook

Hold on to your hats boys, hold on to your swords
It’s thrashing through the forest; it’s stronger than your worst
Make safe all your kinfolk and pacify your stock
The beast that comes to visit is a warning from the gods
From the gods

As the earth it will give like harvest of the land
Make way the great destroyer it will take with the other hand
Other hand

CHORUS
It’s the storm, it’s the storm, it’s the storm X4

Defend from all invaders, from lands across the sea
We’ve died and cried in thousands, we’ve fought to keep us free
But the foe that does approach is from time and fate alone
The visitor from heaven is here to take us home
Take us home

CHORUS

Ooh it looks like rain; I feel it will never wane
There’s anger in the air and there’s no one it will spare
The clouds are about to drain

CHORUS

We build our castles strong our fences and our walls
We make our mark on history to fill our famous hall
But the hand of Mother Nature will stop us in our pains
One movement of her wisdom and the weather it will change

As the earth it will give like harvest of the land
Make way the great destroyer; it will take with the other hand
Other hand

CHORUS

Ooh the weather is gonna change and it’s here to take us home
(Sung over the chorus)