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 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 is darkness, anger, pain and fear,
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men,
Go groping on their knees and cry in pain,
And the sun has disappeared,
Yes, the sun has disappeared.