Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows When I was a baby child My daddy said to me Many mountains we must climb Before we'll be free But he never told me About the bruises on my knees How they would be the map That leads to where we need to be That sun goes down Forty days, forty nights Who knows What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Who knows Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Wandering blindly Searching for the truth And anchored to a solid rock That we could hold on to But there's no tomorrow Not for everyone Who will hear your last harsh words When your time on earth is done That sun goes down down Forty days, forty nights Who knows What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Who knows Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more Whoa tilt the lamp now Don't let the wind blow it out Oh guide the light child 'Cause one day it's gonna shine Sing up 'til the darkness it is lifted Sing up 'til the darkness it is lifted