The Flood At Lyons

You lie in peaceful slumbers but yet so proud

So safe the second city

Houses reach the skyline

And far below the narrow streets

That sing with the movement of the crowd



No break from daily changes as life goes on

Secure as French men can be

Fill your time with love and wine

And in your heart you'll know as long as you

There will always be a song



Then on a winter's day

With your face against the cold and rain

In the wind there's changes, the rivers rise

The water grips the town, tears fill her eyes



I'm standing here, which way to go

The crossroads call but they don't know

Midnight, caught inside

I'm standing here, could all be lost?

The crossroads call, you've stood so long



It weaves the strangest picture of silky thread

The shadows cast reflection

Lyons as the water's bed

Trees that stand look straight ahead

And search for a sight of distant land



This was a winter's day

In your heart you felt the cold and rain

Change the wind to silence, there's not a sound

Silver patterns run and dance upon the ground



I'm standing here which way to go

The crossroads call but they don't know

Midnight, caught inside

I'm standing here, could all be lost?

The crossroads call, you've stood so long