Sally Fingerett

Off the coast of Africa beneath a setting sun

The wind and the rain were kicking up

And the danger had begun

In a dance as old as time itself the air began to whirl

And the skies turned black as a raven’s wing

And the clouds began to swirl

Well it spun like a top on the ocean

And it forged across the sea

When it crossed the Grand Bahamas

It claimed the lives of three

The satellites beamed the pictures down

As the angry winds did crawl

And when they ripped across the Florida sands

Fifty more would fall

CHORUS: Storms, oh storms

That cold unwanted stranger, knocking at your door

Storms, oh storms

The raging and the fury from where

The future’s born

Off the coast western pacific shore

In the city of the angels lost

One night would bring the verdict down

Neglect would have its cost

Now the winds of change were roaring

The fires burned so bright

And anger swathed in darkness, fell into the light.

The satellites beamed the violence down

For everyone to see

It was a fever of frustration

That brought the angel to her knees

CHORUS: Storms, oh storms

That cold unwanted stranger, knocking at your door

Storms, oh storms

The raging and the fury from where

The future’s born

In the smoke and the haze of the aftermath

We are struck with disbelief

Where once we stood

Where once we lived and worked

There’s nothing left but grief

But the pages of our history books

They are often frayed and torn

For the change that comes to shape this world

Is often born of storms

CHORUS: ~

C. 2000 Dan Green, Amerisound Music, BMI

Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI