Father
There are men outside our home
Seeking refuge from the storm
Son
Run far away from here
It's the Thunderbird
And the heavens have sent her to our home...
There she goes
Father
Is that thunder that I hear?
Filling me with mighty fear?
Son
Run far away from here
It's the Thunderbird
Oh, and oh the boy did run
With his horse he ran and raced against the sun
In tow...
There he goes
Son
Run far...
And follow the sun
With his horse, he raced and won
There he goes!
There he goes!