Verse 1

Down by the Columbia on a cool crisp night, lamps burned low and the moon was so bright. 

Portland struck a match to watch Saint Helens burn, flame spelled a lesson no town should ever learn. 

Chorus

Boom, crack, sizzle in the midnight air, dock planks popping, and they're soaked in despair. 

Portland smiled as the flames grew so high . . . on The Night That Saint Helens Cried. 

Verse 2 

Bossman in Portland, with a rich empire, called on Billy and Clyde, matches for hire.  

Billy lit a match and tripped on a rope, Clyde lit himself, that guy had no hope. 

Chorus 

Boom crack sizzle in the midnight air, dock planks popping, and they're soaked in despair. 

Portland smiled as the flames grew so high . . . on The Night That Saint Helens Cried.   

Verse 3

Bossman rode off on the midnight train, Billy and Clyde were left to take all of the blame. 

Fire devoured the mill before dawn’s light, flame swallowed the docks, the Bossman turned out to be right.   

Chorus

Boom crack sizzle in the midnight air, dock planks popping, soaked in despair. 

Portland smiled while the flames grew so high . . . on The Night That Saint Helens Cried.  

The Night That Saint Helens Cried, The Night That Saint Helens Cried. 

The docks went, boom boom buh-bye.  

And Clyde was like, “wasn’t me this time.”