| Oh my brave hearts, we must leave this land tomorrow
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| We can’t live here anymore
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| And in the quiet hours, we talk before the dawn;
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| And the old hearts, they are calling from the shadows
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| Telling us we must not go, oh but we cannot fight
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| The power of the gun, to take away our land
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| They take it from our sons, swear it on my hands
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| We will return to run here like the wolf
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| And see the hunter’s moon, and watch our river flow
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| It’s not gone forever;
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| Oh my bold hearts, we will go down to the city
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| We will live by city light, but in the darkest hour
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| We’ll keep this fire alive;
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| We will grow strong, we will bring our wealth together
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| Never showing what we have
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| And when the time has come, we’ll reach out for the gun
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| Taking back our land, take it for our sons
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| Swear it on my hands
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| We will return to run here like the wolf
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| And see the hunter’s moon, and watch our river flow
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| We will return to touch the open sky
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| And see the eagle fly, and feel the morning rain
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| It’s not gone forever
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| We’re gonna come back…
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| We will return… |