This dark stormy hour,
The wind, it stirs.
The scorched Earth cries out in vain.
Oh war and power, you blind and blur.
The torn heart cries out in pain.
But music and singing have been my refuge,
And music and singing shall be my light.
A light of song, shining strong.
Through darkness and pain and strife,
I'll sing, I'll be, live, see.