| Song | Warning of a Storm |
| Artist | Steve Von Till |
| Album | As the Crow Flies |
| 作曲 : VonTill | |
| Staring out the window pane | |
| Seeing through yourself | |
| Counting your blessings again | |
| Wondering when it will be | |
| And how it can be then | |
| See the warnings of a storm | |
| As patterns unfold themselves | |
| To try and be whole | |
| Is this too much to ask | |
| To live free with a quiet mind | |
| And trust in someone else | |
| I want to believe in the sun | |
| Who in all its splendor is dying | |
| I desire the solidness of earth | |
| This ground is still shaking apart | |
| What will be, will be |
| zuò qǔ : VonTill | |
| Staring out the window pane | |
| Seeing through yourself | |
| Counting your blessings again | |
| Wondering when it will be | |
| And how it can be then | |
| See the warnings of a storm | |
| As patterns unfold themselves | |
| To try and be whole | |
| Is this too much to ask | |
| To live free with a quiet mind | |
| And trust in someone else | |
| I want to believe in the sun | |
| Who in all its splendor is dying | |
| I desire the solidness of earth | |
| This ground is still shaking apart | |
| What will be, will be |