| It was early in the morning
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| And our ship was still at sea
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| With a lifetime far behind us we were free
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| We had strong hearts and a faith
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| In our good Lord’s guiding hands;
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| The mist before us cleared, and we saw the promised land
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| With our brothers and our sisters
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| We soon forged into the land
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| Building towns and cities far beyond our dreams
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| As the tree which reaches to the sky
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| The child who learns to stand
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| So we had men of vision to create the promised land
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| But the vision soon became
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| One man’s view of wealth and fame
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| And the gun became what wisdom used to be
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| So the struggle had begun
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| Which has never yet been won
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| Hear the people, hear them saying, «Are we free?»
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| So God bless you, my promised land
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| Let nothing you dismay
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| For the hand that guides our fortunes has strange ways
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| And when the fight is over
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| And the judgment is at hand
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| Please don’t forget our brothers
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| Far beyond the promised land |