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

The keys are the islands along Bay
There a paradise for most all.
The all live the fine life everyday
Only few alive may recall.
About the sea and its fury when it was torn by the
And how nothing could in its way
Saltwater canyons made of 30 feet
That ashore one labor day

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

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

II. The storm started coming the was dropping
Large waves started the beach
Lighting was flashing, timbers flying
And safety was out of reach.
The railroad was from south of Miami
To rescue us but to no
A wave washed the train cars off of the track
And it ate 30 of the rail

The wind knock me over I grabbed my
And she clang to me for her young
She couldn't hang on 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
placed by the 20 foot tide.

III I the next morning after being unconscious
The storm of the century had
The slow falling rain with tears in my eyes
As I who all didn't last
No of grass no tree left standing
Every was washed out to sea
Dazed and I stood comprehending
What my eyes me to see.

Where is my family, is my home
were nowhere in sight, someone said
I sat by the water with my in my hands
if I was better off dead?

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

IV. Great walls of water some whole
In a battle God and Man
Four hundred twenty three lives the toll
And I will never quite
An 18-foot monument off US 1
With of so many who died.
Words of remembrance with the date etched in
2nd 1935

I am so that I'm hear to retell
God gave me a reprieve
short of a miracle surviving the gales
As I desperately to a tree

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