Original
Robert Hunter
William Apostol

Lyrics

There is thunder in the morning Thunder through the night Thunder, thunder, thunder In the failing of the light There is thunder at the border And thunder on the plain Thunder on the mountains Without a hint of rain Thunder, thunder, thunder My God but it’s so loud Just like a hundred cannons Firing right above the crowd There is thunder in the battlefield Thunder in the rains Thunder in the whiskey jar As we raise to give our pain Therе is thunder in the gazes Of thе soft and bluest eyes Thunder in the phrases Of the politics and lies Thunder, thunder, thunder My God but it’s so loud Just like a thousand cannons Firing right above the crowd Thunder, thunder, thunder My God but it’s so loud Just like a thousand cannons Firing right into the crowd There is thunder in the marketplace Where goods are bought and sold Thunder, thunder, in the mining pits And in the hills of gold Thunder in the government And in the courts of law Thunder in the hall of mirrors That shatter like a jaw There’s thunder, thunder, thunder From piss pot to the sea In all the land down under Where the wild creatures be Thunder, thunder, For fifteen thousand years We plowed our fields with lightning And we watered them with tears Thunder, thunder, thunder My God but it’s so loud Just like a thousand cannons Firing right into the crowd Thunder, thunder, thunder My God but it’s so loud Just like a thousand cannons Firing right into the crowd