I hear the thunder, its tender noise I'm standing under the moving skies I will not be bothered by this world when it's gone I will not be bothered by this world when it's gone The rain is falling on fields of stone A hunger's calling to beasts of bone The birds are waking in time to flee The winter taking their greening tree The sea is rushing away too soon The tide is pushing against the moon The day is turning and looking back At sunset burning the sky to black This season's dimming is nature's will The world is brimming with beauty still I love the thunder