To Coventry East From our bleak men killing skies May this be the night that our empire dies So sleep with the meek Either down in crane paper crown No season of peace Now these bombs blighted out We kissed on the lips 'neath the bright magnesium light Must we brave one more blitz? Single sweetness How could this be Christmas? In South and on sea where they plea with their lives The shelves felt assure where your grandfather dies We hide from the lie as they circle the skies And the gramophone sings sweet Jerusalem's prize We kissed on the lips 'neath the bright magnesium light And is this all there is? Single sweetness How could this be Christmas? And should Albion's blyth, be divine from Monheim May this be the night that our empire dies Let this be the night out empire dies.