| 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 |