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 the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on, through the wind,
Walk on, through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown;
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never walk alone.
