| He blesses the boys as they stand in line
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| The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
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| He’s there to help them all that he can
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| To make them feel wanted he’s a good holy man
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| Sky pilot, sky pilot
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| How high can you fly
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| You’ll never, never, never reach the sky
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| He smiles at the young soldiers tells them it’s all right
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| He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
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| Soon there’ll be blood and many will die
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| Mothers and fathers back home they will cry
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| Sky pilot, sky pilot
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| How high can you fly
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| You’ll never, never, never reach the sky
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| He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
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| The order is given, they move down the line
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| But he’s still behind and he’ll meditate
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| But it won’t stop the bleeding or ease the hate
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| As the young men move out into the battle zone
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| He feels good, with God you’re never alone
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| He feels so tired and he lays on his bed
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| Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said
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| Sky pilot, sky Pilot
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| How high can you fly
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| You’ll never, never, never reach the sky
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| You’re soldiers of God you must understand
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| The fate of your country is in your young hands
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| May God give you strength do your job real well
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| If it all was worth it only time it will tell
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| In the morning they return with tears in their eyes
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| The stench of death drifts up to the skies
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| A young soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
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| Remembers the words, «Thou shalt not kill»
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| Sky pilot, sky pilot
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| How high can you fly
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| You never, never, never reach the sky
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| Sky pilot, sky pilot
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| How high can you fly
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| You never, never, never reach the sky
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| You never, never, never reach the sky
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| You never, never, never reach the sky
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| You never, never, never reach the sky
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| You never, never, never reach the sky |