Chorus by Bob Franke, © 1982 Telephone Pole Music
New verses by Charlie Ipcar, 11-9-2020

The Great Storm Is Over

In four long years we’ve not sighted land;
The captain is ranting, he’s unfit to command;
The wild winds roar, and the great waves roll;
Let’s seize this ship now and save our souls!

Chorus:

Alleluia, the great storm is over,
Lift up your wings and fly!
Alleluia, the great storm is over,
Lift up your wings and fly!

Children in cages, their parents deportees,
Tear down your wall now and set them all free;
We're all immigrants in this fair land,
Working together, no tyrant can command. (CHO)

The pandemic has raged throughout this land,
The Trump and his cronies have scarce raised a hand;
Thousands have died now; there seems no reprieve,
Leaving behind all their loved ones to grieve. (CHO)

All votes matter: black, brown and white,
Working together we’ve won the good fight;
That tyrant in the White House may never concede,
But he’ll be evicted, and we’ll all be freed! (CHO)