I live down in the valley, people come from miles around.
I live down in the valley, people come from miles around.
There little homes was wiped away, they had to sleep on the ground.

Through the dreadful nights I stood, no place to lay my head.
Through the dreadful nights I stood, no place to lay my head.
Water was above my knee, and the world had taken my bed.

I climbed up on the mountain, to find some place to stay.
I climbed up on the mountain, to find some place to stay.
Ah, the southbound water had washed my little valley home away.

The water was rolling down the valley, just like a thunderstorm.
Water was rolling down the valley, just like a thunderstorm.
Washed my little valley house away, there's no place I can call my home.