INTRO - Car turning over, starting, engine revving
Are you ready? Okay, masks on, move quick, let’s go.
G Em
Upstream the reservoir is getting full
C Am
Cracks in the concrete, black from pole to pole
G Em
You will hear the rumbling and stand up high
C G
Looking to the west where the mountains meet the sky
G Em
On the fields and the shop floors will fall a hush
C Am
The dry, placid earth will tremble to the touch
G Em
Every buried anger that was entombed in it’s blood
C
Will come rising with a fury
D G
When the dry creeks flood
C G
Oh in the clear sky thunder will be roaring
Em C D
When the hard rains of winter come storming
Em Am
The hunter’s bird will watch from where it is soaring
C D
On every open throat that cries
G
When the dry creeks rise.
The levy will be left broken open in the sun
And we will turn to the work that still must be done
Stirring from the water when the new day dawns
To hear David read from his book of Psalms
Then every moving soul will form on the hill For if mine is the hand then yours is the will Leather boots will tramp the earth into mud The sweat of our backs will fall When the dry creek floods Oh in the clear sky thunder will be roaring When the hard rains of winter come storming The hunter’s bird will watch from where it is soaring On every open throat that cries When the dry creeks rise. When the trumpets quiet there will come a bell From the righteous mass will rise up the twelve Love of silver will be lain where the thorn tree stood It’s roots will be torn up When the dry creek floods And stars will fill the skies After the dry creeks rise Spoken: Listen, now, interloper. For when the fields rise and turn against you in their anger, there will be nowhere that you might hide – and the very earth will spit you from its mouth and into the dust
A la Johnny Cash when the Man Comes Around. Someday, the flood will come, and we pray it will sweep aside the unjust.