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 rain

Thunder in the whiskey jar

As we race to give our pain

There is thunder in the gazes

Of the 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, thunder

For fifteen thousand years

We ploughed 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