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Born on the plains
a farmers sons and brothers the same
raised on promises
we'd stay that way

As boys we believed
summers at the sea
we were free
to become men of good will
side by side

And we were children then
footprints in the sand
and where the ocean bends
we made our promises

Duty soon calls
1943 we enrolled
together we would be our family's pride


And we were soldiers then
our bodies in the sand
and like that sand through our hands
go our grandest plans
and just to see you face for one moment
I'd cross the ocean again
the end is not the end

and I'll be by your side
on the other side
and I'll be by your side
on the other side

And through the cloud of death
We find our way back home
and though I hold your hand
all must go alone
and when you see the face of our maker
you don't have to be ashamed
he knows the promises we made

and I'll be by your side
on the other side
and I'll be by your side
on the other side

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