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Friday, December 15, 2006

Well. Rye Cove, VA does not exist, neither does Rye Cove High School, the latter of which I normally would not be averse to. However, I have this song and I thought I'd look up a wee bit more about the 2 May 1929 tornado which killed 12 students and an instructor, injured dozens, when it struck the school.

Cyclone Of Rye Cove

Oh listen today and a story I'll tell,

In sadness and tear rimmed eyes,

Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way,

And blew our schoolhouse away

Rye Cove (Rye Cove), Rye Cove (Rye Cove),

The land of my childhood and home,

Where life's early morn I once loved to roam,

But now it's so silent and lone

When the cyclone appeared it darkened the air,

And the lightning flashed over the sky,

And the children all cried, don't take us away,

But spare us to go back home

There were mothers so dear and fathers the same,

That came to this terrible scene,

Searching and crying each found their own child,

Dying on a pillow of stone

Oh give us a home far beyond the blue sky,

Where storms and cyclones are unknown,

And there by life's strand we'll clasp the glad hand,

Our children in their heavenly home

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