Mary Celestia Parler;
Mrs. Jim Crymes
Reel 202, Item 6
The Brinkley Storm
It was one evening in March
When the storm struck Brinkley town,
It seemed like God in heaven
Looked down on Brinkley and frowned.
It was a mighty time that evening,
That evening it was a mighty time,
It was a mighty time that evening
When the storm struck Brinkley town.
The town was all in a motion,
The clouds looked dark and blue,
We could hear the people crying,
Oh, God, what shall we do?
The people started to running,
Trying to make their escape,
But the dashing o'ertook them,
Their running was too late.
The storm it passed England,
Destroyed some houses there,
It passed the church Macedonia
And blew it away in the air.
The people that lived in Tomlin (?)
Can witness the scene,
While the power of God was hasting by
They hid in their storm den.
There were two people found,
A woman and a child, I'm told,
The woman was dead and the child unharmed,
Oh, God, what pity in that storm.
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