The Hurricane (Hammers On The Shore) Peter Schilling

The harbour lights have long gone out
The town is sound asleep
Like omens underneath the moon
The waves crash on the beach

The restless clouds are circling
Like birds of prey in flight
And nature lifts an angry hand
Posed and set to strike

And every man will know the power
That marked the planet's birth
The hurricane, the hurricane
Returns us to the earth

No man-made shelter strong enough
To stop the raging tide
The storm relentless in its quest
To conquer and divide

What has stood a hundred years
Awakens to the roar
As the waves come pounding down
Like hammers on the shore

And every man will know the power
That marked the planet's birth
The hurricane, the hurricane
Returns us to the earth