Children, sweet dreams, hold onto your dreams Sellafield is only a cold, gray fairyland
The chill of the eastern wind blows across the sea Taunting the waves and tempting the sun A blanket of fear of a darkness 'round us __ Down through our hopes, through our blood, down through our blood
Gray is the night sky, but blacker is the dawn Faces __ and foreign smiles __ the maze But tomorrow will be full of promise, full of life But the chill in the wind cries, "No, no more"
Children, sweet dreams, hold onto your dreams Sellafield is only a cold, gray fairyland
Children, sweet dreams, hold onto your dreams Sellafield is only a cold, gray fairyland
Children, we leave you a wasteland all around Blighted and slighted your cries go unheard And the meek shall inherit a cold and barren land The price of a war undeclared, undeclared