THE MOUNT VERNON CYCLONE
The gentle breeze blew soft o'er Mount Vernon's quiet home
The Sunday schools had closed for the day
When all at once there burst that awful dread cyclone
Five hundred homes completely swept away.
Here brother, here, the call comes so near
For help for Mount Vernon in woe
Great is their plight, so help them tonight
And God will reward you, you know.
The cry of fire was raised to increase that awful doom
The coming night was drear to those alive
Many hearts were sad and souls were filled with gloom
'Til help from far and near did swift arrive.
It was clear, mother dear, that call comes so near
For help for Mount Vernon in woe
Great is their blight, so help them tonight
And God will reward you, you know.
Listen to this song in one of three formats.
Songs
Email us your feedback on this exhibit.
Tell us about a project you have done.