Utah Phillips

Utah Phillips - Enola Gay songtekst

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