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

The are the islands along Florida Bay
There a paradise found for all.
The all live the fine life everyday
few still alive may recall.
About the sea and its fury when it was by the gales
And how could stand in its way
Saltwater canyons of 30 feet swales
came 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 small of land in between.

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

II. The storm started coming the was dropping
Large started hitting 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 washed the train cars right off of the track
And it ate 30 miles of the

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

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

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

Where is my family, 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 them on
Its an image won't leave my head

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

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

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