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Young Soldiers
Oh, a father and his sons, they were bonded as one
But the heart of the family soon tore
For out sounded the call, to one and to all
That the beings of the Galaxy went to war
Oh, the lads, they cried, but their father denied
To bring the young soldiers along
"For your might, I ward these wooden toy swords
And I charge you to carry this song"
Won't you come and wait for me at the gate
With your wooden toy sword in your hand
It is then I will come with the beat of the drum
From defending this home and our land
So, the father he taught his sons as he ought
To defend both his hearth and his home
Ah, but soon came the day that their da went away
Across the wild stars of the sea
They practiced till night with skill and with might
To learn how to fight for a king
And they'd shun all the boys with their useless new toys
And they'd whistle a song and they'd sing
Won't you come and wait for me at the gate
With your wooden toy sword in your hand
It is then I will come with the beat of the drum
From defending this home and our land
The years slowly turned, broad shoulders grew burned
Fine hairs lengthened to wild manes
In the middle of spring, with a fell-practiced swing
The toy swords had broken to twain
Oh, the break caused him harm, as the wood pierced his arm
And the blood flowed quite free to the ground
Though his vision grew dim, his brother sung out a hymn
And echoed these words round and round
Won't you come and wait for me at the gate
With your wooden toy sword in your hand
It is then I will come with the beat of the drum
From defending this home and our land
Though the day it grew late, the young men went to wait
And unsteadily gazed at the sky
As the red sun sank low, it soon caused him to know
That this last day the child within would die
Though the stars swam across the sky with his loss
And his father appeared in that sea
And the drum of their hearts nearly broke them apart
As they fell to the ground on one knee
For they'd come to wait for their da at the gate
With broken toy swords in their hands
From beyond death, he'll come, with the beat of love's drum
To honor his sons and his land
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