So go on down to that big old river
and sit on down amongst a million lonely stones
all tired and old, muddy coloured
its no good driftwood company
There’s a storm rolling in
inking up the sky
downwind
So she goes down to the edge of the water
And fills up here pockets with stones
Whilst behind her crippled daughter
Weeps and moans
There’s a storm rolling in
inking up the sky
downwind
three bells toll in the clock tower warning
waters gonna rise by the hour of morning
moon goes down while the wind blows up some meaner weather
black top seeds rattle the Rakaia river
There’s a storm rolling in
inking up the sky
downwind
She slowly sinks into the fast flowing water
pulled way down by the weight and the cold
there’s no prayer and no way we ought to
let anybody know
There’s a storm rolling in
inking up the sky
downwind
Meet me where the waters freeze
beside the telegraph trees
and set your crosses free down upon the water
go call the priest say a prayer down in the canyon
her rusty chair hidden by the chapel abandoned
There’s a storm rolling in
inking up the sky
downwind
…and there beneath the blue of the water
eyes shining like the moon on the stones
eyes smiling the crippled daughter
as her mother walks home
There’s a storm rolling in vengeance in the sky, downwind
you were warned vengeance in the sky
vengeance in the sky
