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It was early in the morning 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 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, 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, 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 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 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, 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 and the judgment is at hand |
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Please don't forget our brothers, far beyond the promised land. |
