Use the melody to "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
“September Eleventh Remembered”
New York is a state with a history that’s great
But fate, a great history can alter
The skyline was torn in the city one morn’
By fanatics hell-bent to assault her
The Trade Center Towers stood as symbols of power
But that day they were doomed for destruction
And filled as they were, with civilians for sure
They were targets for terrorist actions
When the first aircraft struck the North tower, it shook
And alarm bells all over were ringin’
In the building folks knew, there’d be rescue crews
And were certain that help, they’d be bringin’
While some ran off scared, others looked to the air
And discovered their peril had doubled
When the second plane hit, they all had to admit
It was clear they were deeply in trouble
Emergency teams from Manhattan to Queens
Spread word of the high-rise disaster
The police and the rescue-recovery crews
If they flew, couldn’t get there much faster
At the mountainous towers, the men climbed for an hour
To do battle with a fiery dragon
But emergency crews in the buildings soon knew
It was more than the beast they were battlin’
After the climb through the smoke and the grime
Came the radio calls of confusion
Then just after ten, the South Tower caved in
With a deafening roar of implosion
At half past ten, the North Tower fell in
Sending thousands of souls to their maker
The dust clouds spread, like a blanket of dread
‘Til each heart in the city was breakin’
When mountains and prayers are collapsed in despair
It leaves families at home disbelievin’
They prayed by their phones, but were never alone
For the country all shared their grievin’
In the Towers debris, searchers fell on their knees
As they dug up an ash-covered helmet
The words that were prayed by the chaplain that day
Were to everyone there, overwhelmin’
“There’s no greater love that a man hath to show
Than to lay down his own life for innocent souls
Into this Mosaic of Freedom is laid
This precious last piece of an Angels Brigade”
New York is a state with a history that’s great
But with fate, her great history was altered
On September Eleventh the heavens were filled
With the souls of her dearly departed
