The Sun Is Burning - Christy Moore

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,

Little babes lie 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 smear of ash

And the sun has come to earth.

Now the sun has disappeared

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 disappeared.