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Chris Foster

Storm of the Century (the 1935 Labor Day

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The Storm of the Century (the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song)Words and music by Chris Foster January 9th 2003. The keys are the islands along Florida Bay There a paradise found for most all.The locals all live the fine life everydayOnly few still alive may recall. About the sea and its fury when it was torn by the gales And how nothing could stand in its way Saltwater canyons made of 30 feet swales That came ashore one labor dayThe pressure was falling the tides on the move.It was nothing liked wed ever seenWinds from the north waves from the south And a small piece of land in between. We boarded up windows, pulled in our boats Made our havens as safe as could be We couldnt imagine what was to beEverything would end up in the sea. II. The storm started coming the pressure was dropping Large waves started hitting the beachLighting was flashing, timbers were flying And safety was clear out of reach. The railroad was sent from south of Miami To rescue us but to no avail A wave washed the train cars right off of the trackAnd it ate 30 miles of the rail The wind knock me over I grabbed my sister And she clang to me for her young life She couldnt hang on despite fear in her eyesAnd her fingernails digging like knivesI whispered I love you as she drifted awayThen some sand blasted me in the eyeI found refuge on the top of a treeplaced there by the 20 foot tide. III I awoke the next morning after being unconscious The storm of the century had pastThe slow falling rain mixed with tears in my eyesAs I wondered who all didnt lastNo blade of grass no tree left standingEvery building was washed out to seaDazed and confused I stood comprehending What my eyes told me to see.Where is my family, where is my homeThey were nowhere in sight, someone saidI sat by the water with my head in my handsWondering if I was better off dead? I had to go on, they needed my helpAs we mournfully stacked all the deadWe all said a prayer then we lit them on fire Its an image that wont leave my headIV. Great walls of water swallowed some whole In a battle between God and ManFour hundred twenty three lives were the tollAnd I will never quite understandAn 18-foot monument stands off US 1With remains of so many who died.Words of remembrance with the date etched in bronzeSeptember 2nd 1935 I am so lucky that Im hear to retell God gave me a final reprieveNothing short of a miracle surviving the galesAs I desperately held to a treeNow I share the memory with family and friendsSleepless nights sure have riddled my life Remembering all of the lives lost that dayIs a memory that cuts like a knife.

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