The Flood by Johnny Powell and the Happy Valley

The Flood
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Young couple with newborn and dread in their eyes
Stood still, in the park, as the waters were rising
Laura, a local mother-of-two
Sensing their fears, she finds them a route

Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood
When things in our lives were already enough
Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood
Teaching us how we were flat out of love

Thousands of angels suddenly took form
As the face of the Calder valley was torn
Everyday people with everyday tears
Pushing their threshold of everyday fear

Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood.
When things in our lives were already enough
Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood.
Teaching us how we were flat out of love.

Do you have the smiles to go through it again?
The time from the children, the building again?
Do you have the smiles?

All the teachers, all the believers, those we called wasters, the travelling feeders
The neighbours we always avoided were angels
The kindness was clearing our labels

Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood.
When things in our lives were already enough
Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood.
Teaching us how we were flat out of love.

When muscles were torn and the lifting was hard
Along came a wealth of incredible hearts
The Sihks and the Buddhists, Kadampa and Zen
Piling the skips full, again and again

Bootfulls of curries from Coventry,
Lucy’s determination electronically
A couple from London cleaned a nursing home,
Calan’s free ales were warming the bones

Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood.
When things in our lives were already enough
Oh the flood, Oh Oh Oh, the flood.
Teaching us how we were flat out of love.

Paul from the Old Town, equipped with his tools
Smashing up flood damaged stock for the schools
Thousands of stories were similarly born
When the face of the Calder valley was torn

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