It was summer ´21 we were all brought to our knees when a silent river run to grow into a beast
We drank our wine, weve spent summertimes along its lovely shores and in summer ´21 it took our loved ones and our homes
There was ol Pat nigh on 90 years not one story, that he wouldnt know he told them all to our young not to forget the soil on which we grow We found old Pat on Friday morn hung up there by the tide
And not too far, a few trees down we found his old dog by his side
And all along old now side by side To our necks in sweat and blood For all along we held so tight
In the waking of the flood
There was a car neath market bridge all cramped up and intertwined and all of us alas we did our very best not to look inside
Cause each nick o steel paintd in its own dye really an insult to the eye
It looked almost like Miss McBrides and we hadnt seen her in a while
And all along old now side by side To our necks in sweat and blood For all along we held so tight
In the waking of the flood
Mickey was a fairly simple bloke soft tempered and with empty sleeves a swept cobblestone was all it took to break his credence and his knees He was amongst the ones that lost a loved one or a trade
That was in no way to restore neither by hatchet nor by spade
The sea it gives, the sea it takes - now it seems weve paid our dew well drink our wine come summertime and start a season new
And the ones we lost, we held so tight whos light once shone so bright in stories told defying flood and tide they still walk by our side
And all along old now side by side To our necks in sweat and blood
For all along we held so tight In the waking of the flood"