Beschreibung

When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm there's a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
walkon through the rain,
tho'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

Walk on, walk on,
with hope in your heart,
and you'll never walk alone,
You'll ne-, ever walk alone.