| I’ve seen the sunlight shining on the valley
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| I’ve seen the shadows darken on the deep
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| I’ve seen the young men riding out for glory
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| And broken in defeat
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| There was an hour that never knew a gloaming
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| The whole of life, enchanted in a day
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| And we’ll be there, forever in the places
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| Where we used to be
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| Passing the hedgerows, moving through the orchards
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| Through the bocage and breaking out for Caen
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| Dealing fear and all our dices loaded
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| With the courage of the dawn
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| And some will rise and some will fall
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| To gain the world or lose it all
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| And that time was mine to hear you when you called
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| You were our youngest, brightest flower
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| Walking side by side through our darkest hour
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| And we’ll take this cup, this portion evermore
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| I’ve seen the last wave breaking on the beaches
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| I’ve seen the angels crying on the wire
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| I’ve seen the first star up and brightly shining
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| Couldn’t rise much higher
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| Now we’re waiting here not getting older
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| But we can dream like we cannot believe
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| With all those fools, those great historic moments
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| That flatter to deceive
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| And some will come and some will go
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| To rise on wings in the skies of gold
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| Or to fall down to the final, silent cold
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| When I was young it burned so bright
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| The only son, a rising Christ
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| Now I’m left here in the fall out of that light
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| The rise and fall
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| The rise and fall |