Earth Worms and Pot Holes

This place smells like earth worms and pot holes
If the rain keeps up this way there might be trouble
The river is still within its banks but it is getting close to the bridge
It's lapping at the once graceful grasses which grow along its shore
It's been a long dark spring, and there are more storm clouds on the horizon
We'd like this lion to quit its roar
And keep the river in its place between the shores
The boats have all been bobbing for far too long
It will be a miracle if they all hold on
That soggy old pier can't take much more
And the earth it holds to is starting to disappear
We can't take this weather any longer
We've got to move upland
And hope that when we come back the lion will have become the lamb