Текст: Cowboy Junkies. Early 21st Century Blues. December Skies.

September skies
Bodies falling
Never again will you catch me admiring
Those vast September skies

October skies
Hate is flying
Crimson leaves slowly falling
From azure October skies

Time to kill our children
And sing about it
Let?s all kill our children
And sing about it

November skies
Heart is sinking
No telling where they?re leading
These gray November skies

Time to kill our children
And sing about it
Let?s all kill our children
And sing about it

December skies
Star will be rising
Will we heed those lessons ringing
Through those dark December skies?

Time to kill our children
And sing about it
Let?s all kill our children
And sing about it