Lyrics Have Thine Own Way Lord - Slim Whitman

Have Thine Own Way Lord

Soft as the voice of an angel, breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers her comforting word
Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is gone
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow, after the shower is gone
Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice
Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice