The Beautiful City - John Michael Talbot

They have feared it for a

Hundred years

As they built their homes

With blood, sweat and tears

The storm that would surely

Come to their beautiful city

We all chose to turn away

Until we fell down to our

Knees and we prayed

And the storm waters rose

O’er the beautiful city

And the storm raged on in

The beautiful city

And the waters rose o’er the

Beautiful city

The poor became like refugees

The little child to the

Elderly

And those who just could

Not flee the beautiful city

And the storm raged on and

On in the beautiful city

And the waters rose o’er the

Beautiful city

Livin' on the banks of the river

That flows through the

Heartland

While the wetlands disappear

From the regions of the

Coastlands

Politicians accused and

Blamed

Soldiers marched as zydeco

Played

The common people gave and

Gave for the beautiful city

And the storm raged on and

On in the beautiful city

And the waters rose o’er the

Beautiful city

And the storm raged on and

On and on in the beautiful city

(She will rise again)

And the waters rose o’er the

Beautiful city

(She will rise again)

She will rise again

She will rise again

She will rise again