What tales you could tell
Of thunderstorms and lightening
And how the people dwelled .
While all the world is shrouded
In a crest of snowy cold
You sleep in peaceful blissfulness
While this young world grows old .
And high upon a little hill
Where the sun is at it's best
An oak tree shades your tiny spot
Which God himself has blessed .
Toward sunset all the people leave
You can hear their voices fade away
But grief comes not to you young man
because you've had your day
For life is young , the people are
They build and then decay
But from their works a part is saved
To make a better day .
So little boy upon the hill
The earth, it lives and dies
You found your purpose ,had your fill
Beneath God's spacious skies .
And years from now the sun will still
Beat down from day to day
The rain will pour ,the wind will rage
In it's strong untameless way .
And all the world will continue
And never will in quiet lay
Until the people finally bring
Themselves unto their own decay .
Oh little boy it's years gone by
And now , what do you see ?
The wind , the rain , the snow ?
And are the children still as happy and as carefree ?
Oh no ! Please say your eyes decieve
You see no trees , no grass , no sign of humanity ?
Oh, little boy , please close your eyes
You've witnessed World War lll !
And now you'll close your tired eyes
There's nothing left to see
They grasp a paper , tossing in the wind
Just wind, where people used to be
And your heart pleads up to God
Oh why this tragedy ?
Because of evil , answered he
Evil and stupidity
