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Come son, take hold of my hand now |
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Come daughter, jump into my arms |
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Come sweet darling wife, move quickly I'll keep us from harm |
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Well, the water from the sky, it is coming |
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And it's rising each minute of the day |
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And soon our dear home and our pleasures will be washed away |
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There's a new horizon and it's coming my son |
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Coming soon but I don't know when |
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When the sky will dry up and stop all this raging |
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When we'll be coming back again |
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The sun is trying to start shining |
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But the rain is pouring down |
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With the thunder and the lightning |
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With the rain is pouring down |
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For two long weeks it's been falling |
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And rolling through streets of our town |
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Forcing families to flee from their homes, pulling crops from the ground |
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We must leave behind our pleasures |
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Yes darling we must leave them all behind |
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Come family now move quickly, higher ground we must find |
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The sun is trying to start shining |
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But the rain is pouring down |
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With the thunder and the lightning |
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Where the rain is pouring down |
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As I stand at this lonely hilltop, and I stare at the town down below |
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Tops of trees and muddy old roofs now all that do show |
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As the tears roll down my cheeks |
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And they match with the patter of the rain |
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Look in the distance for the horizon, pray we'll come again |
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