Oh, listen today to the story I tell,
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It's sadned with tear dimmed eyes,
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Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way,
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And blew our schoolhouse away.
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Rye Cove, Rye Cove
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The place of my childhood and home,
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam,
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But now it's so silent and lone.
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When the great storm appeared it darkened the air,
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And the lightning flashed over the sky,
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Then the children all cried, "Don't take us away,
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But spare us to go back home."
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Rye Cove, Rye Cove
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The place of my childhood and home,
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam,
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But now it's so silent and lone.
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Oh the mothers so sad and fathers the same,
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They came to this horrible scene,
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Then searching and crying each found their own child,
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Dying on a pillow of stone.
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Lord give us a home far beyond the blue skies,
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Where storms and cyclones are unknown,
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And there will we stand and gladly clasp hands,
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With our children in their heavenly home.
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Rye Cove, Rye Cove
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The place of my childhood and home,
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam,
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But now it's so silent and lone.
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Cyclone of Ryecov
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| Doc Watson |
