Making Maps - Storm of '58

A storm's coming
Take the animals inside
The sky is shaking
The ground's open wide

North of the city
The doctors will try
To save your mother
Before her time

If the crops are gone
How can we carry on
We can't last too long this way
And if your body slips

Into an endless drift
How can we say
Goodbye

Father Farmer
Get to work
We've been buried
Under your dirt

The hail has bruised us
We've got our skin to show
So gather your bushels
Before the snow

Please let the children know
That I don't wanna go
But I'm not sure that I can stay
The money's hidden safe
The guns are locked away
And now it's time for me to say

Goodbye, goodbye
Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Now it's time for me to say goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye
Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Now it's time for me to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Now it's time for me to say goodbye

Written by:
Samuel Traquina

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