Nuclear Bomb

E. Grandi

When the winter is over the summer will begin,
The peaches will ripen and crops will be in,
The children will play and birds will fly free,
But the world will see trouble for you and for me.
In some distant homeland the people are gone,
To a brilliant invention they call the Nuclear Bomb,
This is a mean weapon but still is man's slave,
And if man stays sane this vile thing will behave.
But if man runs loose and the bomb lets fly,
The terror will rock both land, sea and sky,
The land will tremble and countries will fall,
A short time will see the destruction of all.
Then there will be no winter and no summer too,
No peaches will ripen for their lives are through,
The world will stop killed by the blow,
Will this be the last summer that we'll ever know?
Then the night will be day and the day will be long,
The stars will shine but our world will be gone,
The foolish man who let the bomb fly,
Can't bring the world back no matter how hard he'll try.

Chords: 'C' Mjr. 'A' Mnr, 'G' Svnth,
        'C' Mjr, 'E' Mnr, 'A' Mnr,
        'D' Svnth, 'G' Mir, 'C' Mjr,
        'F' Mjr, 'C' Mjr, 'A' Mnr,
        'F' Mjr, 'G' Svnth, 'C' Mjr.      (March 1965)


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