There is thunder in the morning
Thunder through the night
Thunder, thunder, thunder
In the failing of the light

There is thunder at the border
And thunder on the plain
Thunder on the mountains
Without a hint of rain

Thunder, thunder, thunder
My God but it’s so loud
Just like a hundred cannons
Firing right above the crowd

There is thunder in the battlefield
Thunder in the rains
Thunder in the whiskey jar
As we raise to give our pain

Therе is thunder in the gazes
Of thе soft and bluest eyes
Thunder in the phrases
Of the politics and lies

Thunder, thunder, thunder
My God but it’s so loud
Just like a thousand cannons
Firing right above the crowd

Thunder, thunder, thunder
My God but it’s so loud
Just like a thousand cannons
Firing right into the crowd

There is thunder in the marketplace
Where goods are bought and sold
Thunder, thunder, in the mining pits
And in the hills of gold

Thunder in the government
And in the courts of law
Thunder in the hall of mirrors
That shatter like a jaw

There’s thunder, thunder, thunder
From piss pot to the sea
In all the land down under
Where the wild creatures be

Thunder, thunder,
For fifteen thousand years
We plowed our fields with lightning
And we watered them with tears

Thunder, thunder, thunder
My God but it’s so loud
Just like a thousand cannons
Firing right into the crowd

Thunder, thunder, thunder
My God but it’s so loud
Just like a thousand cannons
Firing right into the crowd