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[Verse]
It won’t stop raining in this Far North town,
The sky’s relentless, pouring down.
Our lawns have turned into a shallow lake,
The barbeque’s drenched, there's nothing to bake.
[Chorus]
Oh, when the skies open up and flood the land,
It feels like Noah’s calling, understand.
The pool’s overflowed, and the garden’s drowned,
In this soaked, small country town.
[Verse 2]
The gutters are groaning under the weight,
The garden's all washed out, met its fate.
It's pissing down, every drop's a curse,
As floodwaters rise, it can't get much worse.
[Chorus]
Oh, when the skies open up and flood the land,
It feels like Noah’s calling, understand.
The pool’s overflowed, and the garden’s drowned,
In this soaked, small country town.
[Verse 3]
The cows are standing on higher ground,
Seeking refuge from the rain around.
The kangaroos seek shelter too,
In flood-swept fields, there's nothing to do.
[Chorus]
Oh, when the skies open up and flood the land,
It feels like Noah’s calling, understand.
The pool’s overflowed, and the garden’s drowned,
In this soaked, small country town. |
