| When we set out on this journey
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| There were no doubts in our minds
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| We set our eyes to the distance
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| We would find what we would find
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| We took courage from our numbers
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| What we sought, we did not fear
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| Sometimes we’d glimpse a shadow falling
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| Then the shadow would disappear
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| But our thoughts kept returning
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| To something the boy said as we turned to go He said 'You'll never see our faces again,
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| You’ll be food for a carrion crow'.
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| Every step we took today
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| Our thoughts would always stray
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| From the wind on the moor so wild
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| To the words of the captain’s child
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| Something the boy said
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| Something the boy said
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| Something the boy said
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| Something the boy said
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| In the circles we made with our fires
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| We talked of the pale afternoon
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| The clouds were like dark riders
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| Flying on the face of the moon
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| We spoke our fears to the captain
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| And asked what his son could know
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| For we would never have marched so far
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| To be food for a crow
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| Every step we took today
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| Our thoughts would always stray
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| From the wind on the moor so wild
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| To the words of the captain’s child
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| Something the boy said
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| Something the boy said
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| Something the boy said
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| Something the boy said
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| When I awoke this morning
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| The sun’s eye was red as blood
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| The stench of burning corpses
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| Faces in the mud
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| Am I dead or am I living?
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| I’m too afraid to care, I’m too afraid to know
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| I’m too afraid to look behind me At the feast of the crow
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| We spoke our fears to the captain
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| And asked what his son could know
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| For we would never have marched so far
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| To be food, for a crow
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| Something the boy said… |