September 15, 1939 Newsy Bits Lyrics

On September fifteenth, in 'thirty-nine's rhyme

Orzeł's dilemma, in Tallinn's chime

Interned in port, by time's clime

A submarine's fate, in the war's prime

Lindbergh's plea, for isolation's call

American stance, in the peace's hall

"Madness," he cries, in a resolute sprawl

In the echoes of history, where nations fall

Charles Lindbergh's voice, in the air's embrace

For American isolation, in the war's race

A broadcast nationwide, his words in grace

In the dance of diplomacy, where choices pace

Lindbergh's plea, for isolation's call

American stance, in the peace's hall

"Madness," he cries, in a resolute sprawl

In the echoes of history, where nations fall

From Orzeł's confinement, to Lindbergh's stand

In the symphony of voices, across the land

Isolation's debate, in the world's command

As history unfolds, where destinies expand

Lindbergh's plea, for isolation's call

American stance, in the peace's hall

"Madness," he cries, in a resolute sprawl

In the echoes of history, where nations fall

On September fifteenth, the narratives grow

In the echoes of time, where voices flow

From submarines to broadcasts' glow

In remembrance and insight, where knowledge bestow

On September fifteenth, the narratives grow

In the echoes of time, where voices flow

From submarines to broadcasts' glow

In remembrance and insight, where knowledge bestow