I hear all of the cry’s that people make
For the ground has opened from a mighty quake
There has been many days that it has rained
And flooded all of the farmers crops planted for his own gain
Here comes the heat as it bakes the ground
while you sit at the table and don’t make a sound
The high wind comes up as it starts to blow
And as you look at the sky it turns a bright red glow
So I will send an angel to sit by your side
And hols onto your hand to help you get bye