Utah Phillips - Enola gay

^DLook out, look out from your schoolroom window! ^DLook up, young children, from your^A play! ^DWave your hand at the shining airplane, Such a beautiful ^Asight is Enola ^DGay.

^DIt's many a mile, from the Utah desert ^DTo Tinian Island far ^Aaway, ^DStanding guard, by the barb-wire fences That hide the s^Aecret of Enola ^DGay.

^DHigh above the clouds in the sunlit silence, ^DSo peaceful here, I'd like to ^Astay. ^DThere's many a pilot who'd swap his pension For a chance to f^Aly Enola ^DGay.

^DWhat is that sound high above my city? ^DI rush outside and search the ^Asky. ^DNow we are running to find the shelters, Hearing sirens ^Astart to ^Dcry.

^DWhat will I say when my children ask me, ^DWhere was I flying up on that ^Aday? ^DWith trembling voice I gave the order To the bombar^Adier of Enola ^DGay.

^DLook out, look out from your schoolroom window; ^DLook up, young children, from your^A play. ^DYour bright young eyes will turn to ashes In the blinding l^Aight of Enola ^DGay.

^DI turn to see the fireball rising. ^D"My God, My God," all I can ^Asay. ^DI hear a voice within me crying, "My mother's ^Aname was Enola ^DGay."

^DLook out, look out from your schoolroom window; ^DLook up, young children, from your ^Aplay. ^DOh, when you see the warplanes flying, Each one is ^Anamed Enola ^DGay.