THE FLOOD words and music by Lenny Solomon

© L. Solomon

 

This rain outside my window

Ain’t just another storm

Never seen it like this

In all the years gone down since I was born

Old folks would tell me

The 1900 hurricane

How it washed away the people

Looks like this will do the same

 

Wind screaming like a mother

Whose babe’s been torn and tossed out of her sight

She screams and cries, with no one there to answer

There’s terror in this night

Water’s near my rooftop

I’m trying to hold on

But waves are washing over me

Soon I will be gone

(Bridge)

Momma, momma looks like I’ll be drowning

Want to close my eyes, and gently float away

Can’t bear to hear these voices all around me

Friends and strangers, all dying the same way

 

Oo, water’s getting higher

Oo, don’t think that I can swim

Oo, I think I’m going under

This is the end of the life I’m living in

Maybe I’ll make the paper

Maybe page thirty-three

Listed with the other

Footnotes of history

 

Oo…. (fade with chord progression)