THE RISE

THE  RISE

As I see them change before me,

they come a knocking,  & a tap,tap, tapping,

on my window sill.

It comes a swirling and a roaring, a gushing and a pouring,

but still it comes a tap,tap, tapping, 

on my window sill.

Fields to lakes, roads to rivers, cars do sink and trees do fly,

but still, it comes a knocking, and a tap, tap, tapping, on my window sill

but it will not get by me.

For now I 'm safe, and wrapped up warm by the roaring fire,

behind my window sill, as warm as warm can be,

while I'm safe and standing firm, it will not get by me.

But still it comes a swirling and a roaring, gushing and pouring,

and a tap, tap, tapping, on my window sill,

but I will not run, I will not panic,

for as long as I am holding firm, it will not get by me.