Rising Waters, Strong Roots

The rain kept coming down for seven days

Water rising up in a muddy haze

Main Street looking like a rushing stream

Washing out the center of our quiet dream

Old man Miller stayed up on his porch

Watching through the dark

with a single torch

We sandbagged the bank till our hands were raw

Strongest currents that we ever saw

But we will rise,

yeah we'll dry the clay (mm-hmm)

We will build a better town today

Brick by brick and line by line

River's gonna fall in its own sweet time

Morning broke with a golden line of light

Revealing all the ruins from the heavy night

But hands reached out across the muddy floor

Opening up a brand new neighbor's door

And we will rise,

yeah we'll dry the clay

We will build a better town today

Brick by brick and line by line

River's gonna fall in its own sweet time (oh,

rise up)

Yeah, in its own sweet time (mm-hmm)