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I rode to my homeland |
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And carried the memory |
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Over the valley below |
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And the heart of a nation |
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The war cry was blazing |
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And the loss of my brothers and sons |
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Were all in the name of civilization |
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The empty moon saw I was leaving |
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With pride and hope in my heart |
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The mountains talk of |
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Far away dreaming |
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So came the invasion |
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Across from a faraway place |
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Into the new world |
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With guns and new order |
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They gave us religion |
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They took away all of our rights |
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And forced us to live |
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Behind their new border |
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The four winds blow |
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And bring a new vision |
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Where children laugh without fear |
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The land will speak |
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The people will listen |
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But yesterday my life was fading |
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With every reason to die |
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Ten miles to the north |
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As I rode my red horse |
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In the dying sun |
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And then when I saw |
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The white soldiers |
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One hundred or more in a line |
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Kill for the land |
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Saying their law will stand |
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What kind of god do they see? |
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The fighting is over |
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No matter what fear they might bring |
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My country will live |
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The dust clouds are falling |
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I stood by the river |
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And breating the air that is life |
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Within the black hills |
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My spiritual calling |
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What kind of god can this be? |
