Liverpool Songs
You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk though the storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark,
At the end of the storm,
Is a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of the lark,
Walk on thought the wind,
Walk on thought the rain,
Thought your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.
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