Oh, listen today to the story I tell T'is saddened with tear-dimmed eyes
Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way And blew our schoolhouse away
Wrycove, Wrycove The place of my childhood and home
Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam
But now it's so silent and long
When the great storm appeared it darkened the air
And the lightning flashed over the sky Then the children all cried, don't take us
away But spare us to go back home
Wrycove, Wrycove The place of my childhood and home
Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam
But now it's so silent and long
Oh the mothers so sad and fathers the same They came to this horrible scene
Then searching and crying each found their own child
Dying on a pillow of stone Lord give us a home far beyond the blue skies
Where storms and cyclones are unknown And thou will we stand in gladly clasped
hands With our children in their heavenly homes
Wrycove, Wrycove The place of my childhood and home
Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam
But now it's so silent and long