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