Rolling Thunder Songtext
von Grady

A worried man, I stand alone
Outside my farm and family home
And there I raise my bloodshot eyes
And gaze upon a parchment sky
My handy work had turned to dust
So all my faith in God I thrust
Now, to the sky the worried man is cryin′
I said

Lord, I'm prayin′ for that rollin' thunder
Lord, I'm under a mountain of sand
Lord, I′m prayin′ for that rollin' thunder
And I wonder, can you heal my land?


The wind has spurned the land so hard
Majestic fields of wheat lay charred
And through this desert camouflage
To me appeared a cruel mirage
Of water from a mountain spring
An end to all my suffering
No mercy and no favour earned
My cattle culled and my bushes burned

Lord, I′m prayin' for that rollin′ thunder
Lord, I'm under a mountain of sand
Lord, I′m prayin' for that rollin' thunder
And I wonder, can you heal my land?

If God demands a sacrifice
Tell me, what′s his asking price?
To the land, I pledged my life
But Abraham with his killin′ knife
Has come and claimed this prairie son
In the heartland of Saskatchewan
A farmer earns a livin' or dies for tryin′

Lord, I'm prayin′ for that rollin' thunder
Lord, I′m under a mountain of sand
Lord, I'm prayin' for that rollin′ thunder
And I wonder, can you heal my land?