Enola Gay

E Look out, look out from your schoolroom window! E B Look up, young children, from your play! E Wave your hand at the shining airplane, B E Such a beautiful sight is Enola Gay. E It's many a mile, from the Utah desert E B To Tinian Island far away, E Standing guard, by the barb-wire fences B E That hide the secret of Enola Gay. E High above the clouds in the sunlit silence, E B So peaceful here, I'd like to stay. E There's many a pilot who'd swap his pension B E For a chance to fly Enola Gay. E What is that sound high above my city? E B I rush outside and search the sky. E Now we are running to find the shelters, B E Hearing sirens start to cry. E What will I say when my children ask me, E B Where was I flying up on that day? E With trembling voice I gave the order B E To the bombardier of Enola Gay. E Look out, look out from your schoolroom window; E B Look up, young children, from your play. E Your bright young eyes will turn to ashes B E In the blinding light of Enola Gay. E I turn to see the fireball rising. E B "My God, My God," all I can say. E I hear a voice within me crying, B E "My mother's name was Enola Gay." E Look out, look out from your schoolroom window; E B Look up, young children, from your play. E Oh, when you see the warplanes flying, B E Each one is named Enola Gay.