| There’s a hero’s tale of a ship that sails
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| Under distant stars somewhere far away
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| And she’s bound for glory on a foreign shore
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| But the hero’s every boy who sailed off to war
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| Somewhere far away
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| There’s a soldier boy who dreams a dream of home
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| Where a nightingale
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| Sings a promise to the ones who sleep alone
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| Spring is in the air
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| With a scent of cherry blossom in the glen
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| Whispering a prayer
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| Saying, «Bring our heroes safely home again»
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| So the willows weep and the candles burn
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| For there is no sleep for the ones who yearn
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| As I tell your story with a thankful heart
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| You are always in our thoughts, though we’re worlds apart
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| Somewhere far away
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| There’s a soldier boy who dreams a dream of home
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| Where a nightingale
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| Sings a promise to the ones who sleep alone
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| Spring is in the air
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| With a scent of cherry blossom in the glen
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| Whispering a prayer
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| Saying, «Bring our heroes safely home again»
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| Somewhere far away
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| There’s a soldier boy who dreams a dream of home
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| Where a nightingale
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| Sings a promise to the ones who sleep alone
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| And spring is in the air
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| With a scent of cherry blossom in the glen
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| Whispering a prayer
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| Saying, «Bring our heroes safely home again»
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| Home again
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| Home again |