berichtigung

When you walk through a storm, / Hold your head up high, / And don’t be afraid of the dark, / At the end of the storm, is a golden sky, / And the sweet silver song of a lark, / Walk on through the wind, / Walk on through the rain, / Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown, / Walk on, walk on, / With hope in your heart, / And you’ll never walk alone, / You’ll never walk alone.

(Danke, St. Pauli.)