A farmer's 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 And we were children then And where the ocean bends
Together we would be our family's pride And we were soldiers then And like that sand through our hands And just to see your face for one more minute I'd cross the ocean again
And through the cloud of death We find our way back home And though I hold your hand And when you see the face of our Maker You don't have to be ashamed He knows the promises we made
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