1. The Tempest

From the recording Hallowed Ground

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The Tempest
Words and music by:
Roger Drawdy
Copyright 2007


I search the sky, I can feel it coming tonight,
and down the shore there’s a cold wind blowing the tide

On this dark path we are going
And the tempest we must ride.

Stoke up the fire, the black horse is running nigh,
There’s a storm on the rise, and only the strongest will survive.


I can see the signs, it’s only a matter of time.
You can’t run and hide
The waves keep rolling by.