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The sun on the rim of the hill overlooking all that |
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I love Lights up every leaf and blade, birds circling high above |
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With trembling hand |
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I reach down and say "This is my land" |
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This land will pass on to my child, when he's grown |
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To love it as much as |
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I, for all the sons gone by |
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And when he's a man he'll do what he can |
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For this my land, this is my land |
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When young men die in glory and for freedom take their stand |
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May they sing this same proud story, this is my land |
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When life fades away, and my body is laid to rest in the ground |
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May this comfort fill my soul here on the land, |
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I know That those after me say with much dignity "This is my land, this is my land" |
