vabbuò io tè facc cuntent
“When U walk through a storm
hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm there’s a golden sky.
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
WALK ON! WALK ON, WITH HOPE IN YOUR HEART!
AND U’LL NEVER WALK ALONE!
WALK ON! WALK ON, WITH HOPE IN YOUR HEART!
AND U’LL NEVER WALK ALONE!
U’LL NEVER WALK ALONE!!â€
