As the rain is falling,

           And  the people they are calling

The hurricane is swirling

swirling round your neighbourhood.


All they own is leaving

through the roof it's heaving

and for it they are greiving,

though it's only brick and wood.


We sit and watch it tearing,

we cannot help the staring,

staring from the comfy sofa,

wishing we could do some good.


I've not much to report,

But I will send some support,

Send some of my earnings,

from here in the warm.


Outside their houses crashing

and their neighbours house is crashing

and their whole  world is crashing

crashing from within the storm.