| Born on the plains
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| A farmer’s sons and brothers the same
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| Raised on promises we’d stay that way
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| As boys we believed summers at the sea
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| We were free to become men of good will
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| Side by side
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| And we were children then
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| Footprints in the sand
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| And where the ocean bends
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| We made our promises
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| He knows
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| Duty soon called
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| 1943 we enrolled
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| Together we would be our family’s pride
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| And we were soldiers then
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| Our bodies in the sand
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| And like that sand through our hands
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| Go our grandest plans
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| And just to see your face for one moment
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| I’d cross the ocean again
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| The end is not the end
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| And I’ll be by your side, on the other side
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| And I’ll be by your side, on the other side
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| And through the cloud of death
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| We find our way back home
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| And though I hold your hand
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| All must go alone
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| And when you see the face of our Maker
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| You don’t have to be ashamed
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| He knows the promises we made
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| And I’ll be by your side, on the other side
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| And I’ll be by your side, on the other side |