One day, the sun will rise br With no one to hear the cocks crow br Gone will be the Earth's cries br With no one to watch grasses grow br The sky will be chaste and starry br With no bird to fly br The land will be quiet and merry br With no child to cry br There'll be no engine to grunt in pain br There'll be no intruder to forcast the rain br And man, wherever, then he is br Whether or not he hears or sees br One thing is sure, just one br Gone is the fear of the gun br .