| Oh, my friends, do you remember?
|
| On that fatal New Year’s night
|
| The lights of old Los Angeles
|
| Were a flick’ring, Oh, so bright
|
| A cloud burst hit our city
|
| And it swept away our homes;
|
| It swept away our loved ones
|
| In that fatal New Years flood
|
| No, you could not see it coming
|
| Till through our town it rolled;
|
| One hundred souls were taken
|
| In that fatal New Years flood
|
| Whilst we all celebrated
|
| That happy New Year’s Eve
|
| We knew not in the morning
|
| This whole wide world would grieve;
|
| The waters filled our canyons
|
| And down our mountains rolled;
|
| That sad news rocked our nation
|
| As of this flood it told
|
| No, you could not see it coming
|
| Till through our town it rolled;
|
| One hundred souls were taken
|
| In that fatal New Years flood
|
| Our highways were blockaded
|
| Our bridges all washed down
|
| Our houses wrecked and scattered
|
| As the flood came a-rumblin' down;
|
| I bow my head in silence
|
| And I thank my God above
|
| That He did not take my home from me
|
| In that fatal New Year’s flood
|
| No, you could not see it coming
|
| Till through our town it rolled;
|
| One hundred souls were taken
|
| In that fatal New Years flood |