I
remember one September,
the storm winds swept the town.
All the women and children were a-dying, Lord,
and death was all around.
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Mighty day,
great God,
that morning when the storm winds swept the town.
There was a seawall there in Galveston to keep the waters down,
but the high tide from
the ocean, Lord, poured water through that town.
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Mighty day,
great God,
that morning when the storm winds swept the town.
The sea began a-rolling,
the ships they could not land.
I heard a captain crying,
Lord,
save a drowning man.
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Mighty day,
great God,
that morning when the storm winds swept the town.
The trumpets gave them warning,
you'd better leave this place.
But they never meant to leave their
homes till death was in their face.
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Mighty day,
great God,
that morning when the storm winds swept the town.
I remember one September,
the storm winds swept the town.
All the women and children were a-dying,
Lord,
and death was all around.
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Wasn't that a mighty day?
Mighty day,
great God,
that morning when the storm winds swept the town.