Oh, listen today to the story I tell,
'tis saddened with tear-dimmed eyes,
of a dreadful cyclone that came this way,
and blew our schoolhouse away.

Ryecov, Ryecov,
the place of my childhood and home,
where in 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,
Lord, spare us to go back home."

Ryecov, Ryecov,
the place of my childhood and home,
where in life's early morn I once loved to roam,
but now it's so silent and lone.

Oh, the mothers so sad, and fathers the same,
they came to this horrible scene,
then searching and crying each found their own child,
dying on a pillow of stone.

Lord give us a home far beyond the blue skies,
where storms and cyclones are unknown,
and there will we stand and gladly clasp hands,
with our children in their heavenly home.

Ryecov, Ryecov,
the place of my childhood and home,
where in life's early morn I once loved to roam,
but now it's so silent and lone.


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