When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And donŽt be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
ThoŽ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And youŽll never walk alone,
YouŽll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And youŽll never walk alone,
YouŽll never, ever walk alone.
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