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