Oh, listen today to the story I tell T'is saddened with tear-dimmed eyesOf a dreadful cyclone that came this way And blew our schoolhouse awayWrycove, Wrycove The place of my childhood and homeWhere in life's early morn I once loved to roamBut now it's so silent and longWhen the great storm appeared it darkened the airAnd the lightning flashed over the sky Then the children all cried, don't take usaway But spare us to go back homeWrycove, Wrycove The place of my childhood and homeWhere in life's early morn I once loved to roamBut now it's so silent and longOh the mothers so sad and fathers the same They came to this horrible sceneThen searching and crying each found their own childDying on a pillow of stone Lord give us a home far beyond the blue skiesWhere storms and cyclones are unknown And thou will we stand in gladly claspedhands With our children in their heavenly homesWrycove, Wrycove The place of my childhood and homeWhere in life's early morn I once loved to roamBut now it's so silent and long