Steve Goodman When My Rowboat Comes In
On the stormy night
When the clouds roll in,
To hide the lucky stars that I am under,
And the smoky sky.
Makes the heavens cry.
When the lightnin' strikes so long before the thunder.
When the rain is done,
And I'm all alone,
In the silence of the dawn that follows after.
Then I need someone who can find the sun,
And chase away my sorrow with her laughter.
When my rowboat comes in
There'll be room enough to ride,
Though the seas are rough
In the highest tide,
When the sun comes out on the other side,
Everything will be all right when we go rowin'
As I find my way
Down this lonely road,
With my old guitar as my one true companion,
You can hear me play
Every song I know,
From the mountains to the bottom of the canyon.
Now they say that time is a precious jewel,
I'm looking for some moments I can borrow.
And if my lucky stars won't shine tonight
I'd rather take my chances on tomorrow.
When my rowboat comes in
There'll be room enough to ride,
Though the seas are rough
In the highest tide,
When the sun comes out on the other side,
Everything will be all right when we go rowin'
When my rowboat comes in
There'll be room enough to ride,
Though the seas are rough
In the highest tide,
When the sun comes out on the other side,
Everything will be all right when we go rowin'
