Oh, listen today to the story I tell
It's sadned with tear dimmed eyes
Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way
And blew our schoolhouse away

Rye Cove, Rye Cove
The place of my childhood and home
Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam
But now it's so silent and lone

When the great storm appeared it darkened the air
And the lightning flashed over the sky
Then the children all cried, "Don't take us away
But spare us to go back home. "

Rye Cove, Rye Cove
The place of my childhood and home
Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam
But now it's so silent and lone

Oh the mothers so sad and fathers the same
They came to this horrible scene
Then searching and crying each found their own child
Dying on a pillow of stone

Lord give us a home far beyond the blue skies
Where storms and cyclones are unknown
And there will we stand and gladly clasp hands
With our children in their heavenly home
Rye Cove, Rye Cove
The place of my childhood and home
Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam
But now it's so silent and lone