I hear the thunder
High on mountain top
Wind begins to blow
Light at first, slowly it gains
The thunder draws closer
The scent of rain
In the mountain air
Refreshing, I look higher
To find what I seek
Rain begins to fall
My soul begins to stir
Higher and higher I go
Closer and closer the thunder comes
Rain beats harder
Like the beat of a drum
Cleansing my very soul
The higher I go
Sweet music I hear
For the thunder is here
I am here
At the mountain top
To find the thunder within.