The Cyclone of Ryecov - Doc Watson

Oh, listen today to the story I tell

It’s sadned with tear dimmed eyes

Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way

And blew our schoolhouse away

Rye Cove, Rye Cove

The place of my childhood and home

Where in life’s early morn I once loved to roam

But now it’s so silent and lone

When the great storm appeared it darkened the air

And the lightning flashed over the sky

Then the children all cried, «Don't take us away

But spare us to go back home.

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Rye Cove, Rye Cove

The place of my childhood and home

Where in life’s early morn I once loved to roam

But now it’s so silent and lone

Oh the mothers so sad and fathers the same

They came to this horrible scene

Then searching and crying each found their own child

Dying on a pillow of stone

Lord give us a home far beyond the blue skies

Where storms and cyclones are unknown

And there will we stand and gladly clasp hands

With our children in their heavenly home

Rye Cove, Rye Cove

The place of my childhood and home

Where in life’s early morn I once loved to roam

But now it’s so silent and lone