THE SKY OVER ROTTERDAM
the sky over rotterdam, so peaceful now
but my old man, he still remembers how
the war made that sky such a restless place
and airplanes were never hard to trace
first them planes brought war, then they raised hopes high
and in the end, made food fall from that sky
the sky, the sky, the sky, over rotterdam
one morning in spring, german planes were all around
that brought their bombs, burnt our town to the ground
people ran for their lives, many trapped by the fire
and for five years to come, life would be harsh and dire
the sky over rotterdam, so peaceful now
but my old man, he still remembers how
the war made that sky such a restless place
and airplanes were never hard to trace
first them planes brought war, then they raised hopes high
and in the end, made food fall from that sky
the sky, the sky, the sky, over rotterdam
in years to come, allied planes would rule the air
and foreign towns, were handed the same nightmare
as people starved from hunger, in the rotterdam streets
they often said a prayer, in support of them allied fleets
(guitar solo)
the sky over rotterdam, so peaceful now
but my old man, he still remembers how
the war made that sky such a restless place
and airplanes were never hard to trace
first them planes brought war, then they raised hopes high
and in the end, made food fall from that sky
the sky, the sky, the sky, over rotterdam
then one fine day, allied planes flew in real low
no bullets no bombs, but food they let go
never before, did the sun shine so bright
after five long years, people danced into the night
the sky over rotterdam, so peaceful now
but my old man, he still remembers how
the war made that sky such a restless place
and airplanes were never hard to trace
first them planes brought war, then they raised hopes high
and in the end, made food fall from that sky
the sky, the sky, the sky, over rotterdam

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