| The Flood of '93
Well the water fell down and the water rose up
Through the warmth of '93
And it filled every space that was low in the ground
Despite dike,damn or levee
It splashed and it crashed and it crushed in it's path
Everything that the people knew
And it carried away like a child at play
Their dreams and their memories too
Now the farmers had planted their crops in the soil
As the thunder started to peal
But their hope for a harvest was soon washed away
As the water covered their fields
It spilled and then filled every space men had tilled
As though it had made up it's mind
To make pristine what man had seen
As his legacy proud and fine
Along all the rivers throughout the Midwest
The towns were struck with fear
As the sandbags were filled while the levees gave way
And the water climbed ever near
It came and laid claim to space long ago drained
Shouting what gives you the right
To take what's been mine for eons in time
You can't have it without a fight
And while the flood water ran over the earth
Sixteen thousand square miles drowned
Twelve billion in damage the tally run up
And forty-eight people brought down
So wide was the tide that across side to side
Seven miles it measured one day
And too many tears to be counted were shed
As it went along it's way
And yet we still build in the river's domain
Have we learned our lessons that well
Or are we to proud to admit our defeat
At the hands of this watery hell
In time we'll define the great river's last line
But as yet we're to blind to see
What this patient disaster should teach us all
The great flood of '93
The great flood of '93
The great flood of '93
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