It was a lovely morning
In Hiroshima town,
One summer morn in nineteen five and forty
And the sun, how bright it shone
From a sky without a cloud,
One summer morn in nineteen five and forty

The little girls they played
Neath the trees and on the grass,
And everything they did just like the big ones
They dressed their dollies up
And they washed their dollies' dresses
And the women sliced the bread back in the kitchen

And there were many children
Yet lying in their beds,
For this was still an early morning hour,
And the dew lay on the meadow
In the lovely slanting sunlight,
And the crowns had barely opened on the flowers

It was a lovely morning
In Hiroshima town,
One summer morn in nineteen five and forty
And the sun, how bright it shone
From a sky without a cloud,
One summer morn in nineteen five and forty