THE HURRICANE (HAMMERS ON THE SHORE)
The harbor lights have long gone out,
the town is sound asleep.
Likes omens underneath a moon,
the waves crash on the beach.
The restless clouds are circling
like birds of prey in flight.
And Nature lifts an angry hand,
poised and set to strike.
And every man will know the power
that marked the planet's birth.
The hurricane, the hurricane
returns us to the earth...
No man-made shelter strong enough
to stop the raging tide.
The storm relentless in its quest
to conquer and divide.
What has stood a hundred years
awakens to the roar.
As the waves come pounding down
like hammers on the shore...
And every man will know the power
that marked the planet's birth.
The hurricane, the hurricane
returns us to the earth...
The harbor lights have long gone out,
submerged beneath the waves.
The moon attends the final rites
above the ocean grave.
While restless clouds still circle 'round
like birds of prey in flight,
Nature's hand, all quiet and still,
retreats before the light...
The hurricane is over now,
the storm has finally passed.
While on the sand a child walks
and kicks at bits of glass...