歌詞

The thunder keeps its distance

Like something being kind

Wrapped up to my chin in wool

I count the far-off sound

One-steamboat, two-steamboat, three —

It's miles past the town

The storm is only talking big

From safely down the road

The voice of the Lord is on the waters

Low and grand and far

And I'm a small thing, warm and kept

Beneath a friendly roof

The lamp glows steady through the gray

The rain leans on the glass

The lamb burrows against my side

At every gentle roll

Big sky, small girl, warm blanket —

The math comes out just right

The voice of the Lord is on the waters

Low and grand and far

And I'm a small thing, warm and kept

Beneath a friendly roof

Each rumble rolls a little farther

Softer than the last

The storm is packing up its drums

And bowing on its way

Mmm... mmm... mmm

The voice of the Lord is on the waters

Low and grand and far

And I'm a small thing, warm and kept

Beneath a friendly roof

The voice of the Lord is on the waters

Low and grand and far

And I'm a small thing, warm and kept

Beneath a friendly roof

The thunder keeps its distance

And I keep my warm chair