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lyrics: J. Morse © 1982 Stormclouds gathering over the field at break of day As sunshine pierces through the cracks in the sky The enemy sits in his darkened tower, looking the other way Wondering where the battle will turn and why Oh, why. . . must we see the end of this age and this world? And why. . . must we fight this dark and hopeless war? Sitting in the sun, you stare at mountains far away Snowcaps melting, rivers flow to the valley below Summer rising every day, bringing with it deep blue sky Where did the cold of winter fly away to, and why? Oh, why. . . must the seasons change all through the year? And why. . . must the evil breezes cripple me with fear? Change - stabbing me in the back Bringing the things I lack But also taking things away Winds - altering our course Exerting their own force Difference is the power of the day Just when you think it's time For you to finally wipe away the slate Those howling winds of change Will rearrange your fate |