There was a storm brewing south of town that day
Gale winds blew across Midwest plains
Heard the sound, smelled the air as it drew near
But this storm wouldn’t bring us rain

From Maine to Minnesota great white pines fell
When shanty boys and lumberjacks cleared this land
For years the brush would lay like match sticks and then no rain
Just a spark and we were in God's hands

Chorus:
There was a red sky that morning
But no one would heed the warning
No shadows in the morn from that fire storm
In Hinckley 1894

Bridge:
Hovered in their cellars praying it would pass them by
Not knowing that their lives they would give
Others ran for dried up rivers and streams
To find water deep enough to live

Pocket watches ,rings and coins laid amongst the ash
From who couldn’t find the water or catch the train
Only ambers glowed where our homes stood in a row
And the lucky ones were left with all the pain

Many years have passed, we lay here in a mass
In four trenches marked as casualties
And a monument of stone points to the sky all alone
So that we may live in history's memory

Chorus:
There was a red sky that morning
But no one would heed the warning
No shadows in the morn from that fire storm
In Hinckley 1894

In Hinckley 1894

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