Have Thine Own Way Lord - Slim Whitman

Soft as the voice of an angel, breathing a lesson unheard

Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers her comforting word

Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is gone

Hope for the sunshine tomorrow, after the shower is gone

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice

Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice

Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice