School House Fire

School House Fire - The Dixon Brothers/Henry Whitter/Clayton McMichen

Twas an afternoon in springtime

Folks were happy everywhere

Preparing for the joyous evening

Never dreaming that death was near

To a little country school house

They were thinking they would go

They would have a jolly evening

At the children's little show

We could hear those children singing

The voices ringing clear and sweet

Never dreaming in all their joy

Of the fate they would meet

But their joys they all were blighted

They began to scream and rage

When a lantern fell that evening

Streaming fire upon the stage

It was on that fatal evening

They could not control the fire

They madly dashed about for freedom

But they perished in the fire

You could hear those children screaming

While the flames were roaring high

Daddy come and get your babies

Will you stand and let us die

They were tryig

To their little ones to go

But the brave old fellows perished

From the show

Little children they were trampled

In that mighty rolling flame

Others on that night were screaming

Death was dealing just the same

There's a lonely spire in cleveland

Nicely fenced around in wire

There's a monument erected

Tells the story of the fire

You could hear those children screaming

While the flames were roaring high

Daddy come and get your babies

Will you stand and let us die