The western sky was an angry black That August afternoon It was left somehow there'd be hell to pay And hell was comin' soon The wind came through like a runaway train And trees crashed down as it passed We held each other the long night through Till the wind died down at last But, oh, the beauty of after the storm Oh, how the air comes clean Clear as the sky is the reason why All the world is green All the world is green I feel the thunderclouds building again Deep within my chest Lie awake in the threatening night And try in vain to rest A fiercer storm is coming And it leaves no room for doubt That we'll have to stick together now If we're going to ride it out And, oh, the beauty of after the storm Oh, how the air comes clean Clear as the sky is the reason why All the world is green All the world is green