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The Storm of the
(the 1935 Labor Day song)
Words and by Chris Foster January 9th 2003.

The keys are the islands Florida Bay
There a paradise found for all.
The locals all live the life everyday
Only few alive may recall.
About the sea and its when it was torn by the gales
And how could stand in its way
Saltwater canyons made of 30 swales
That ashore one labor day

The pressure was the tides on the move.
It was nothing we'd ever seen
Winds from the waves from the south
And a piece of land in between.

We boarded up windows, in our boats
Made our havens as safe as be
We couldn't what was to be
would end up in the sea.

II. The storm coming the pressure was dropping
waves started hitting the beach
Lighting was flashing, timbers flying
And safety was out of reach.
The was sent from south of Miami
To us but to no avail
A wave washed the train cars right off of the
And it ate 30 miles of the

The wind knock me I grabbed my sister
And she clang to me for her life
She hang on despite fear in her eyes
And her digging like knives

I whispered I love you as she away
Then sand blasted me in the eye
I found on the top of a tree
there by the 20 foot tide.

III I awoke the next morning after unconscious
The of the century had past
The slow falling rain with tears in my eyes
As I wondered who all last
No of grass no tree left standing
Every building was out to sea
Dazed and I stood comprehending
What my told me to see.

Where is my family, where is my
were nowhere in sight, someone said
I sat by the water my head in my hands
Wondering if I was off dead?

I had to go on, they needed my
As we stacked all the dead
We all said a prayer then we lit on fire
Its an image that won't leave my

IV. Great walls of water swallowed some
In a battle God and Man
Four hundred twenty three were the toll
And I will never understand
An monument stands off US 1
remains of so many who died.
Words of remembrance the date etched in bronze
September 2nd

I am so lucky I'm hear to retell
God gave me a final
Nothing short of a miracle the gales
As I desperately held to a

Now I share the memory with family and
Sleepless nights sure riddled my life
Remembering all of the lost that day
Is a memory cuts like a knife.