#THE SUN IS BURNING CHRISTY MOORE # Tsky. 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 (chordiearchive.chordie.com)