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I¡¯ve seen the struggle of the daring ones
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Seen the work wrought with calloused hands
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Seen a world that clung so desperately
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In days that now have passed
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I¡¯ve seen the rusting iron once so proud
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Seen the fields they cleared tree by tree
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Seen the remnants of their industry
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In days that now have passed
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CHORUS
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All that¡¯s gone before us seems so easily forgotten
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The sweat that dripped on dusty soil¡¯s
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remembered by so few
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But women, men and children died
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To open up the countryside
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It seems as if their memory is fading from our view
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They saw their houses built stone by stone
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They saw their families watch hungrily
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They saw the rains come and thanked the Lord
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In days that now have passed
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They saw the tracks they came by turn to roads
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They saw the traders come and watched towns grow
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They saw the railway open up the land
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In days that now have passed
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CHORUS
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I see the semis on the asphalt road
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I see the comfort of the passing cars
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I see them speeding past the outskirts of
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The days that now have passed
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I see the local people watch the change
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I see their lives reflect what¡¯s gone before
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I see them as perhaps the final link
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To the days that now have passed
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CHORUS
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Progress
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Colin Buchanan |