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

The keys are the islands Florida Bay
a paradise found for most all.
The locals all live the fine everyday
Only few still may recall.
About the sea and its when it was torn by the gales
And how nothing 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 liked we'd ever
Winds from the north from the south
And a small piece of in between.

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

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

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

I I love you as she drifted away
Then sand blasted me in the eye
I found refuge on the top of a
placed by the 20 foot tide.

III I awoke the next after being unconscious
The storm of the had past
The slow falling mixed with tears in my eyes
As I wondered who all last
No blade of no tree left standing
building was washed out to sea
Dazed and confused I comprehending
What my told me to see.

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

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

IV. Great walls of swallowed some whole
In a battle God and Man
Four hundred twenty three were the toll
And I will quite understand
An 18-foot stands off US 1
remains of so many who died.
Words of remembrance the date etched in bronze
2nd 1935

I am so that I'm hear to retell
God me a final reprieve
Nothing short of a miracle surviving the
As I held to a tree

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