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Never Emsay this is the final road for Bmyou, Though Emleadened skies may cGover over days of Bmblue. As the Amhour that we Bmlonged for is so Emnear, Our Bmstep beats out the F#message: we are Bmhere!
From Emlands so green with palms to lands all Bmwhite with snow. We shall be Emcoming with our Ganguish and our Bmwoe, And where a Amspurt of our Bmblood fell on the Emearth, There are Bmcourage and our F#spirit have reBmbirth!
The early Emmorning sun will brighten our Bmday, And yesterEmday with our Gfoe will fade aBmway, But if the Amsun delays and Bmin the east reEmmains – This song as Bmpassword generF#ations must reBmmain.
This song was Emwritten with our blood and not with Bmlead, It's not a Emlittle tune that Gbirds sing overBmhead, This song a Ampeople sang Bmamid collapsing Emwalls, With pistols Bmin their hand they F#heeded to the Bmcall.
Therefore Emnever say the road now ends for Bmyou, Though leadened Emskies may cover Gover days of Bmblue. As the Amhour that we Bmlonged for is so Emnear, Our Bmstep beats out the F#message: we are Bmhere!
//Daniel Dorch