The Hurricane - David Knopfler

Na nana na, we bear the scars of shame

Na na na, beware the hurricane

Men have been scattered

In clouds and in darkness

Come together gathered

Now none can walk away

To strengthen which was sickness

Bind that which was broken

And the words we cannot say

Come to us in prophesy

Na nana na, we bear the scars of shame

Na na na, beware the hurricane

From the sacred lips of martyrs

From their hilltops and their valleys

In fire and water

Say love must be proclaimed

In backstreet and alley

Forsaken sons and daughters

Wear their sins in silence

Bearing the marks of Cain

Na nana na, we bear the scars of shame

Na na na, beware the hurricane

With all our love, all our heart

Another victim’s crying

No echo from the wilderness

Just one more baby dying

Proclamations come to nothin'

The land’s eclipsed in darkness

But to each there’ll come one vision

Of he who bears no name

Though there be famine

And though there will be slaughter

There will come a rising

The day of the hurricane

Na nana na, we bear the scars of shame

Na na na, beware the hurricane

Beware the hurricane

Beware the hurricane

Beware the hurricane