GALVESTON FLOOD



It was a September evening when the sky was dark and grey

Raging wind and water battled Hell in its sway

The rich folk in the mansions and the poor ones in the dell

Were swept into eternity the story left to tell



Wasn't that a mighty time

Wasn't that a mighty time that evening

Wasn't that a mighty time

When the storm winds struck our town



The men left home that morning with hearts cheerful and bright

With hopes of home returning, but their hopes weren't raised that

night

They kissed their wives that morning ands their little ones so

dear

And the skies were cloudy that morning, but no other grief or

care

It was a September evening when the storm clouds struck our town

It seemed like God up in the Heavens above looked down at us and

frowned

The town was all in a motion, the men with hearts so brave

Prayed to God to have mercy their helpless lives to save



There's an engineer and a fireman, engineer had a heart so brave

He thought about his wife and his little child

and their helpless lives to save

Says Jack, the tide is rising and we must get across

So they drove the train on over and both those men were lost



It was a September evening when the storm was a raging wild

I saw a woman clinging, Lord, to her husband and her child

The man he battled faithful their helpless lives to save

But they soon were beneath that rolling tide

They had met a watery grave



Well they had a sea wall at Galveston to hold those waters down

But the high tide from the ocean, Lord, put water onto the town

The trumpets gave them warning, they had better quit that place

But they weren't meant to leave their homes till death stared

them in the face



Now the year was nineteen and hundred, just sixteen years ago

Death throwed a stone at my mother, Lord, and with death she had

to go

The cruel sea was a raging and the ships they could not land

I heard a captain crying, Lord, won't you save this dying man



Now death, the cruel master, when the winds began to blow

Came down on a train of horses, I cried, Death won't you let me

go

The town was all in a motion and the houses gave away

And the people they strived and drowned, Lord, they died most

every way



Now the storm was over next morning and when the waters backward

rolled

A thousand souls were drowned, Lord, What a sight it was to

behold

You can talk about your Brazos and your Johnstown flood of old

But the story of the Galveston flood will never, ever be told



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