歌詞

A bright, cloudless morning. A road. A lullaby

Eighty years ago, under this same sky

The bomb fell. The town was lost

A little girl walked the road alone

She found a weak boy crying by a board —

He was injured. He could not find his way home

She held him tightly, in the shade of a tree

"Don't cry," she said. "Mommy is here."

She was not his mother. She was small as he

But her lullaby was real. And it was near

While she sang, the stars came out

Quietly… quietly…

Words are power. Words are light —

Even the smallest voice can be a peace

After a while, the boy fell asleep

The girl slept too — and did not wake

The dead were many. The night was deep

But the song stayed, for everyone's sake

Nuclear weapons still stand on the earth

A president once meant to end a war this way

We have pursued a different worth —

A paper crane, folded with courage, extends to today

While we sing, the stars come out

Quietly… quietly…

Words are power. Words are light —

And a lullaby, passed on, becomes a peace

A bright, cloudless morning. A tree. A song

Sleep well. Sleep well. The world goes on