| Now the grain fields are fallow
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| As the dawn weaves her spell
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| Threads of gold light, this sceptred of realms
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| For the plough blades were shallow
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| Where the last blossom fell
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| When the wind blows it whispers «farewell»
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| There’s a place where the mighty
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| Honour justice and peace
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| This homeland where the heart is
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| 'Decries not the beast'
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| Where the green fields and valleys
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| Meet the wide-open seas
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| This proud land where the heart is
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| Defines them to me
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| Can a man’s life be measured
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| By the good he embraced?
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| Are the years just the lines on his face?
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| Must the seasons be treasured
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| As we slowly decay?
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| When the love in a heart never fades
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| There’s a place where the mighty
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| Honour justice and peace
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| This homeland where the heart is
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| 'Decries not the beast'
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| Where the green fields and valleys
|
| Meet the wide-open seas
|
| This proud land where the heart is
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| Defines them to me
|
| There’s a place where the mighty
|
| Honour justice and peace
|
| This homeland where the heart is
|
| 'Decries not the beast'
|
| Where the green fields and valleys
|
| Meet the wide-open seas
|
| This proud land where the heart is
|
| Defines them to me
|
| There’s a place where the mighty
|
| Honour justice and peace
|
| This homeland where the heart is
|
| 'Decries not the beast'
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| Where the green fields and valleys
|
| Meet the wide-open seas
|
| This proud land where the heart is
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| Defines them
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| Defines them to me |