August 30th, I got the callnThe Crescent City had taken the fallnAs the waters rose, our people frozenWho will be saved, who will be blamednEveryone said they'd die because of colornBut let's forget about class and racenThe people of the South will rise againnThrough the heat, the water, and the hazenThe man won't help, he left them all alonenAs they wonder if they'll ever see their homesnThese people are yours, these people are minenIt's the day the sun refused to shinennWe'll rise againnWe'll rise againnOnce again, we'll see the saints march innOur brothers, our sistersnOur parents and friendsnTomorrow the sun will rise againnnThe storm is gone and we will rise againnAs a nation we all reach for the skiesnFor the lives taken, for the levees breakin'nReach out your hand to help your fellow mannTo feed the elderly, or a crying babynTo answer the cries of Why didn't they save me?nSome tried to make it about black and whitenBut side by side the refugees unitenI heard people say they should have left with what they seenAs they watch from the comfort of their color TVnMaybe some day again it will be finenBut for now the sun refuses to shinennIf you never saw the bayou baynYou'll never know what was lost that daynThe music, the people, all are gonenNo one knows what will happen to Mardi GrasnSome call it corrupt, some call it a slumnFor me it was my second homenWe'll rise again, we'll rise againnOnce again, we'll see the saints march innOur brothers, our sisters, our parents and friendsnTomorrow the sun will rise again