The sun is burning in the sky.
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the dreamy bees
are droning in the flowers among the trees
and the sun burns in the sky.
Now the sun is in the west.
Tiny Babes lay down to take their rest
and the couples in the park
are holding hands and waiting for the dark.
And the sun is in the west.
Now the sun is sinking low;
Children playing know it's time to go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then draws near.
And the sun is sinking low.
Now the sun has come to earth.
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death.
Death comes in a blinding flash
of hellish heat and leaves a sea of ash.
And the sun has come to earth.
Now the sun has dissappeared.
All that's left is darkness, pain and fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
go crawling on their knees and cry in pain.
And the sun has dissapeared.
G- C - G
C - D
Words and music Kate Wolf.
Copyright Another Sundown Publishing Company BMI.