Sittin on the mountain top Watchin the flood come down, Swear'n at the dam That held it back... Tearing through the woods Where my home once stood, Made with my own two hands, Now spread across the land... The power of nature Is unlike no other, It can smother, But most of the time, Its the Kind Mother On the levee It made the break, The strong arm of its current My life floating in its wake Screams from afar Cutting through the air, Cries of utter despair Neighbour's who dared, Who tried, to appease by prayer [Instrumental Break] There were warnings The storm of last night, Creaks and groans from under the ground Making new unheard of sounds The power of nature Is unlike no other, It can smother, But most of the time, Its the Kind Mother I barely made it out today While my house got swept away My belongings floating down the mountain side Mixing with mud and silt I sit teary eyed Never believe, never fall, For what they say Mother nature cannot be contained What she lets grow, she can take away The power of nature Is unlike no other, It can smother, But most of the time, Its the Kind Mother
