Up came the water;
It went above our head!
Its killing power greater,
It left us all dead.

Did we want to die?
Oh no! Did we want to die?
All we do is mourn and sigh,
The black pall is nigh!

Her heart and hand broke and bled
As to the tree she clung;
And into the pool of the mighty dead
Her dear children were flung!

Did we want to die?
Oh no! Did we want to die?
All we do is mourn and sigh,
The black pall is nigh!

The young cricketer’s mystic run-
His run into his grave;
Going away, his only son
The father could not save!

Did we want to die?
Oh no! Did we want to die?
All we do is mourn and sigh,
The black pall is nigh!

The baby slips to the watery sand,
He held his child and ran;
In ‘safety’ finds only the clothes in hand,
Tears drown this poor man!

Did we want to die?
Oh no! Did we want to die?
All we do is mourn and sigh,
The black pall is nigh!

Did the Father’s mighty hand slip?
Not knowing we ask ‘Why?’
Why did he permit this tragic dip?
We cry! We pray! We sigh!

Did we want to die?
Oh no! Did we want to die?
All we do is mourn and sigh,
The black pall is nigh!