Children, sweet dream, hold onto your dream
Sellafield is only a cold, gray fairyland

The chill of the eastern wind crawls across the sea
Taunting the waves and tempting the sun
blanket of fear in the darkness 'round us __
Down through our hopes, through our blood, down through my blood

Gray is the night sky, but blacker is the dawn
Faceless men and foreign smiles lay on the maze
But tomorrow will be full of promise, full of life
But the chill in the wind cries, "No, no more"
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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