Storm Immanu El [A]Dried in r[E]ed skies where d[F#m]rought have t[D]aken all the tr[A]ees. [A]We're lost in was[E]telands of p[F#m]ride and c[D]overed lies.[A] We pe[E]rish, e[D]nd is j[A]ust. In an[E]guish, a[D]ll is d[A]ust. Waters m[E]ove, as you c[F#m]all. Like a s[E]torm, [D]in f[A]all. Come ra[D]inclouds and make grainfields sp[E]rout. My [F#m]heart wonâ??t[A] dry. Come ove[D]rflowing wells, come bl[E]oom in sp[A]ring. [F#m] [A] [F#m] [A] [A]Ride through b[E]lack clouds, you [F#m]raise (azchords.com)
