The Day our Children Died

Come and listen to my story, come and sit down here beside me
Let me tell you all about a place I once knew.
Just imagine there was plenty, there was wine, there was laughter.
Think of green in every meadow and rivers running through.

But then the sun turned black
And the earth burst into fire
The day our children died,
The day our children died.

We had houses, we had cities, we had books that we could read.
We had gardens that were pretty and airplanes – we flew.
Come and share my bitter water, share my bread and share my tears.
Hear my tale of paradise, a place I once knew.

Before the sun turned black
And the earth burst into fire
The day our children died,

We made the sun turn black
And the trees turn into ashes
The day our children died.

Come and listen to my story, come and sit down here beside me.
Let me tell you all about a paradise I’ve known.

©  2004  Ingrid Heldt