Waking of the Flood

It was summer '21, we were all brought to our knees
When a silent river run, to grow into a beast
We drank our wine, we've spent summertimes along its lovely shores
And in summer '21, it took our loved ones and our homes
There was ol' Pat nigh on 90 years
Not one story, that he wouldn't know
He told them all to our young
Not to forget the soil on which we grow
We found old Pat on Friday morn', hung up there by the tide
And not too far, a few trees down
We found his old dog by his side

And all along now side by side
To our necks in sweat and blood
For all along now we held so tight in the waking of the flood

There was a car 'neath Market Bridge
All cramped up and intertwined
And all of us, alas, we did our very best not to look inside
Cause each nick o' steel paint'd in its own dye
Really an insult to the eye
It looked almost like Miss McBride's
And we hadn't seen her in a while

And all along now side by side
To our necks in sweat and blood
For all along now we held so tight in the waking of the flood

Mickey was a fairly simple bloke
Soft-tempered and with empty sleeves
A swept cobblestone was all it took
To break his credence and his knees
He was amongst the ones that lost a loved one or a trade
That was in no way to restore neither by hatchet nor by spade

The sea it gives, the sea it takes
Now it seems we've paid our dew
We'll drink our wine come summertime, and start a season new
And the ones we lost, we held so tight
Whose light once shone so bright
In stories told, defying flood and tide
They still walk by our side

And all along now side by side
To our necks in sweat and blood
For all along now we held so tight in the waking of the flood