Autoscroll
1 Column 
Text size
Transpose 0
The sun is buBrning iEn the Bsky. Strands of cElouds go slowly drifting bF#y. In the pBark, A#mthe lazy G#mbees Are droning Ein the flowers among the trees. And the sBun buErns in the skBy.
Now the sBun is iEn the Bwest Little Ekids go home to take their F#rest. And the BcouplesA#m in the pG#mark Are holding Ehands and waiting for the dark. And the sBun isE in the west.B
Now the suBn is siEnking Blow. Children plaEy and know it's time to goF#. High aboBve, aA#m spot appG#mears. A little Eblossom blooms and then draws near. And the sBun is Esinking Blow.
Now the sBun has Ecome to eBarth. Shrouded Ein a mushroom cloud of F#death. Death comes Bin a blA#minding flG#mash. Of hellish Eheat and leaves a smear of ash. And the sBun has Ecome to Bearth.
Now the sBun has EdisappearBed. All is daErkness anger pain and fF#ear. Twisted, sigBhtless A#mwrecks ofG#m men Go groping Eon their knees and cry in pain. And the suBn has dEisappearBed.
G