The Lynmouth Disaster

The rivers of Exmoor flow down to the sea
Through the village of Lynmouth in a steep wooded lee.
On the 15th of August , the year fifty two,
Iíll tell you a story both tragic and true.
The rivers were coping with the rainfall so high
When a cloud burst on Exmoor from a storm laden sky

So remember the village that lies in the lee
Where the rivers of Exmoor flow down to the sea.

Millions of gallons fell on that day
The rivers canít cope so the banks wash away.
Tree stumps and boulders are lifted with ease
What hope for the village that lies in the trees
The people are worried, the warnings go round
Some leave their houses to seek higher ground

So remember the village that lies in the lee
Where the rivers of Exmoor flow down to the sea.

High above Lynmouth the Valley gets steep
The water burst over some thirty feet deep
It tore through the village with terrible force
Destroying the houses that lay in its course
The Lynmouth disaster took thirty four lives
Old ones and young ones, husbands and wives

So remember the village that lies in the lee
Where the rivers of Exmoor flow down to the sea.

A vision of wreckage was left as the dawn
Rose over Exmoor on that valley forlorn.
Natureís destruction, how mighty thy sting
Though time has gone by still to old minds it brings
Memories of loved ones lost on that night
When the quiet streams of Exmoor revealed their true might

So remember the village that lies in the lee

Where the rivers of Exmoor flow down to the sea.

So hereís to the village that lies in the lee
Where the rivers of Exmoor flow down to the sea.

Words by Monica Deverill