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

The keys are the along Florida Bay
There a found for most all.
The locals all live the fine life
Only few alive may recall.
About the sea and its fury it was torn by the gales
And how could stand in its way
Saltwater canyons made of 30 feet
came ashore one labor day

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

We boarded up windows, pulled in our
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
Large waves hitting the beach
Lighting was flashing, timbers flying
And was clear out of reach.
The was sent from south of Miami
To rescue us but to no
A washed the train 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 despite fear in her
And her fingernails like knives

I I love you as she drifted away
some sand blasted me in the eye
I found on the top of a tree
placed there by the 20 tide.

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

Where is my family, where is my
They were 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, needed my help
As we mournfully all the dead
We all a prayer then we lit them on fire
Its an image that won't leave my

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

I am so lucky that I'm to retell
God gave me a final
Nothing short of a miracle surviving the
As I desperately to a tree

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