Morning sun breaks through the trees
Swaying gently on the morning breeze
Dappled shadows in the village square
Soft breeze blows away the chill night air
People gather in a dusty street
Stalls are opening, the old folk meet
Conversations on the morning air
Another day is dawning in Halabja village square
Children safe behind school yard gates
A few last stragglers arriving late
Teachers ready for another busy day
A time to study and a time to pray
Sweet, sweet breeze blows through the town
Gently flowing, makes no sound
Trickles silent beneath the doors
Like the sea laps against the shore
No bird song, no sound in the street
The school lies still, no clatter of feet
A sweet sweet fragrance hangs in the air
Deadly harvest in Halabja village square
A gift from France and the USA
Love and kisses from the UK
Soft skinned handshakes behind closed doors
Vultures gather to count the score
It’s got nothing to do with me
I cannot hear, I cannot see
It’s got nothing to do with me
It’s not on my TV
I’m the king of the castle and you’re the dirty rascal
A gift from France and the USA
Love and kisses from the UK
Soft skinned handshakes behind closed doors
Vultures gather to count the score
Swaying gently on the morning breeze
Dappled shadows in the village square
Soft breeze blows away the chill night air
People gather in a dusty street
Stalls are opening, the old folk meet
Conversations on the morning air
Another day is dawning in Halabja village square
Children safe behind school yard gates
A few last stragglers arriving late
Teachers ready for another busy day
A time to study and a time to pray
Sweet, sweet breeze blows through the town
Gently flowing, makes no sound
Trickles silent beneath the doors
Like the sea laps against the shore
No bird song, no sound in the street
The school lies still, no clatter of feet
A sweet sweet fragrance hangs in the air
Deadly harvest in Halabja village square
A gift from France and the USA
Love and kisses from the UK
Soft skinned handshakes behind closed doors
Vultures gather to count the score
It’s got nothing to do with me
I cannot hear, I cannot see
It’s got nothing to do with me
It’s not on my TV
I’m the king of the castle and you’re the dirty rascal
A gift from France and the USA
Love and kisses from the UK
Soft skinned handshakes behind closed doors
Vultures gather to count the score
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