As the waters rise
A long line of people begin to flee
Rushing and Shouting, Crying and Pleading
Leaving their homes and memories
Abandoned schools
Empty graveyards
Washed away dreams
As the waters rise
There is a shrieking wail from the village priest
He will not move
For who will tend his temple?
Who will oil the lamp?
As the waters rise
doubts surface
where to from here?
Government greed
the Bank's putting pressure
The farmer stands alone
His field is so fragile
the water will engulf it
No more grain
No more life
As the waters rise.
A long line of people begin to flee
Rushing and Shouting, Crying and Pleading
Leaving their homes and memories
Abandoned schools
Empty graveyards
Washed away dreams
As the waters rise
There is a shrieking wail from the village priest
He will not move
For who will tend his temple?
Who will oil the lamp?
As the waters rise
doubts surface
where to from here?
Government greed
the Bank's putting pressure
The farmer stands alone
His field is so fragile
the water will engulf it
No more grain
No more life
As the waters rise.
