Winds they are changing, and the rains getting hard
The clouds they are gathering underneath the stars
Banks they are bursting their own design
Lay them out boys, we don't have much time
Where smoke is rising in the desert sky
Then people get restless their just trying to stay dry
Lord knows I'm not a farmer, Lord knows I'm not a saint
Lord knows I got no money, Lord knows I got no fate
Send my children to the mountains in the east
Please send my children to the mountains in the far east
On higher ground they may stay dry at least
And I pray for a rainbow, and I pray for peace
Well build me a ark they build me a boat
Wicked will drown the rich they will float
Well here come the floods here comes the storm
I been drowning slowly since the day I was born
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