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*Author:*	Doug Lang
*E-mail:*	dalang@telus.net
*Date:*	9/14/2003 2:12:11 PM
*Subject:*	Re: Porch Is Open For Business
*Message:*	SUNDAY BY THE THUNDER Where do I go When church bells are ringing? The river, to the river What do I feel When I hear those children singing? A shiver, feel a shiver Days like these My bible is the trees I take shade under Sing to me sons and daughters As I throw coins into the waters Of the Thunder Thunder River, roll on Thunder River, roll Sunday on the Thunder, still my soul Who will call When darkness is descending? I keep a fire burning in the stove Who will stop here When this day is ending? Could it be you, at last, my love? Down by the river’s edge Trees bow down their heads And fold their arms On nights like this The wind howls and is My Book of Psalms Thunder River, roll on Thunder River, roll Sunday on the Thunder, still my soul In my darkest hour To whom will I be turning? A winter coat is hanging on a chair Down along the Thunder River There’s a forge furnace burning Sending sparks upward in the air The seasons go their way Seems they come and go each day Come, will you read my note? It’s a song about the birds Who deliver me these words They’re nesting in the pocket of your coat Thunder River, roll on Thunder River, roll Sunday on the Thunder, still my soul -DL