| Hard to keep the tear out of my eyes.
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| For this might be our last goodbye.
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| Your country calls you to defend a great land,
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| So do your part just like a man.
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| Down where the river bends,
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| With God’s help we’ll meet again.
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| Under the same old sycamore tree,
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| Proud of each other in the land of the free.
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| I’ll go down to the ocean blue
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| And get just as close as I can to you
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| Though the ocean wide may keep us apart
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| It won’t keep you dear from out of my heart.
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| Down where the river bends
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| With God’s help we’ll meet again
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| Under the same old sycamore tree
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| Proud of each other in the land of the free.
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| If the worst should happen, and the poppies should wave
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| Over your far distant lonely grave
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| All the rest of my life I’ll spend in prayer
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| I’ll meet you in heaven, there’ll be no wars there,
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| Down where the river bends
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| With God’s help we’ll meet again
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| Under the same old sycamore tree
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| Proud of each other in the land of the free… |