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Oh, listen today and a story I'll tell |
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In sadness and tear-dimmed eyes |
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Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way |
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And blew our schoolhouse away |
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Rye Cove (Rye Cove) Rye Cove (Rye Cove) |
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The place of my childhood and home |
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam |
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But now it's so silent and lone |
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When the cyclone appeared it darkened the air |
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Yes, the lightning flashed over the sky |
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And the children all cried, don't take us away |
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And spare us to go back home |
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Rye Cove (Rye Cove) Rye Cove (Rye Cove) |
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The place of my childhood and home |
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam |
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But now it's so silent and lone |
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There were mothers so dear and fathers the same |
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That came to this horrible scene |
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Searching and crying each found their own child |
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Dying on a pillow of stone |
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Rye Cove (Rye Cove) Rye Cove (Rye Cove) |
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The place of my childhood and home |
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam |
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But now it's so silent and lone |
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Oh, give us a home far beyond the blue sky |
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Where storms and cyclones are unknown |
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And there by life's strand we'll clasp this glad hand |
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Their children in a heavenly home |
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Rye Cove (Rye Cove) Rye Cove (Rye Cove) |
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The place of my childhood and home |
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Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam |
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But now it's so silent and lone |
