gale

Door tumse ho naa jaaen

Paas aao gale se lagaa lo

Hum ko hameen se churaa lo

That good ship and true was a 'bone to be chewed'

When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side

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She sits there like a feather just waitin' on a gale

By the time I pushed off, she already caught sail

You'll know just what to do

If you're caught up in the gales on the junk boat sea

I wanna be with you

Reckless

Comin' at Gale Force Ten

Around me I feel the shock waves

I need you to love me I swear, look here

See Ye is, runnin' the Chi like Gale Sayers,

I'm runnin' new york, I got the mayor on my pager

Far away from your land of endless sunshine

To my land full of rainy skies and gales

And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow

There ain't no way to slow you down

I'm as 'bout as helpless as a leaf in a gale

And it looks like I've got a tiger by the tail

Every time I turn around, he's there again

It's like a full force gale

An American storm

Hurricane has the trade winds blowing

A gale force shaking windows in the storm

Shipwreck on the rock that he calls home

I'm just a drunkin sailor

Waiting on a gale

With a drink in my hand and a sailboat for sale

She pulls me above the pale

Gives me cover from the gale

Paints reds and blues and hues of yellow

Like a full force gale, I was lifted up again

I was lifted up again by the Lord

Before we learned October's song.

Out on the headland, one gale-whipped tree -

Curious, head bent to see.

There ain't no way to slow you down

I'm as 'bout as helpless as a leaf in a gale

And it looks like I've got a tiger by the tail

I'm walking out in a force ten gale

Birds thrown around bullets for hail

In a dozen little sleepy towns

Blowin' like a gale full of rain clouds and thunder

With our hearts full of hunger

With the storms ragin' round us

And the winds a-blowin' gale

I'd rather have drowned in misery

Broken, splintered, bruised and thrown

Badly shattered, gale force frighty

Rrushed across and shown alone

A wail from the jail,

A buzz from the cousin of a nightin'gale,

And "Southland" (hello, hello!)

As this city's prone to do

They forecast heavy seas and gale force winds

But that's really nothing new

I rest on His unchanging grace

In every high and stormy gale

My anchor holds within the veil