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

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

The pressure was the tides on the move.
It was nothing liked we'd ever
Winds from the north waves the south
And a small of land in between.

We up windows, pulled in our boats
Made our as safe as could be
We imagine 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, were flying
And was clear out of reach.
The railroad was from south of Miami
To us but to no avail
A wave washed the train right off of the track
And it ate 30 of the rail

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

I whispered I you as she drifted away
Then some sand me in the eye
I refuge on the top of a tree
placed there by the 20 tide.

III I awoke the next morning after being
The storm of the had past
The slow rain mixed with tears in my eyes
As I wondered who all didn't
No blade of grass no tree left
building was washed out to sea
Dazed and confused I stood
my eyes told 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
if I was better off dead?

I had to go on, they 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. Great walls of water some whole
In a battle God and Man
Four hundred twenty three were the toll
And I will quite understand
An monument stands off US 1
remains of so many who died.
Words of with the date etched in bronze
September 2nd

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

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