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When will they see the sun again,
They wonder as they run from the blackening rain,
As they dive under for cover,
A young child clings to its Mother,

A loud booming and a flash of sudden light,
As if for their lives many people will fight,
They huddle together for warmth and protection,
When will they get out is often the question,

Dark clouds lay low overhead,
The noise is enough to wake the dead,
A blinding flash and it all can be over,
The child clutches a four-leaf clover,

When will they see the sun again,
They wonder as they run from the blackening rain.

Description
When will they see the sun again,
They wonder as they run from the blackening rain,
As they dive under for cover,
A young child clings to its Mother,

A loud booming and a flash of sudden light,
As if for their lives many people will fight,
They huddle together for warmth and protection,
When will they get out is often the question,

Dark clouds lay low overhead,
The noise is enough to wake the dead,
A blinding flash and it all can be over,
The child clutches a four-leaf clover,

When will they see the sun again,
They wonder as they run from the blackening rain.