Bright blue the sky.
Sun up on high—
That was the little boy's picture
He drew for you
Wrote for you, too
Just to make clear what he drew.:
May there always be sunshine,
May there always be blue skies,
May there always be mummy,
May there always be me!
My little friend,
Listen, my friend,
Peace is the dream of the people
Hearts old and young
Never have done
Singing the song you have sung.
Soldier lad, stay!
Hear what we say—
War would make all of us losers
Peace is our prize
Millions of eyes
Anxiously gaze at the skies.
Down with all war!
We want no more.
People stand up for you children
Sing everyone—
Peace must be won,
Dark clouds must not hide the sun.
Sun in thy sky,
Birds flying by
This is the picture
You gave me
Far down below
Someone I know
Looked up as though he would say
There could be sun
For everyone
There could be worlds
Filled with laughter
Peace is a dream
How close it seems
When you hold my hand and say
Poost vseg-da boo-dyet sohln-she
Poost vseg-da boo-dyet nyeh-ba
Poost vseg-da boo-dyet Mama
Poost vseg-da boo-doo yah.
