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

The are the islands along Florida Bay
a paradise found for most all.
The locals all live the life everyday
Only few alive may recall.
About the sea and its fury when it was torn by the
And how nothing stand in its way
Saltwater canyons made of 30 swales
That came ashore one day

The pressure was falling the on the move.
It was nothing liked ever seen
from the north waves from the south
And a small piece of in between.

We boarded up windows, pulled in our
our havens as safe as could be
We imagine what was to be
would end up in the sea.

II. The storm started the pressure was dropping
Large waves started hitting the
Lighting was flashing, timbers were
And was clear out of reach.
The railroad was from south of Miami
To rescue us but to no
A wave washed the cars right off of the track
And it ate 30 of the rail

The knock me over I grabbed my sister
And she clang to me for her life
She couldn't hang on fear in her eyes
And her fingernails like knives

I whispered I love you as she drifted
some 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 who all didn't last
No blade of grass no tree standing
Every building was out to sea
Dazed and confused I stood
What my eyes me to see.

is my family, where is my home
They 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 mournfully all the dead
We all said a prayer then we lit on fire
Its an image that leave my head

IV. walls of water swallowed some whole
In a battle God and Man
Four hundred three lives were the toll
And I will never quite
An monument stands off US 1
remains of so many who died.
Words of remembrance with the date etched in
2nd 1935

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

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