There's a message that's been left in the long grass by a stranger who's passed this way before,
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planted seed from which we reap a bitter harvest from his long forgotten war,
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I left my love in a grave and I marked it with a cross that will stand so straight and true,
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it's not alone in the shade of the valley, they're what remains of the ones we once knew,
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Walk with me my child but tread softly on this earth,
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keep a close eye where your feet they touch the ground,
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Watch out for the signs and heed what they say,
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One false step and all is lost,
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in the land of the tilted cross.
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They lie beneath the needles of the forest, in the fields where only shadows dare to play,
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washed down from the slopes of the mountains in the Spring when the snow melts away,
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So be sure when you go on your journey, carry sticks, mark the place where they are found,
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make a cross and be sure that it's tilted so that others don't step on this ground.
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Walk with me my child but tread softly on this earth,
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keep a close eye where your feet they touch the ground,
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Watch out for the signs and heed what they say,
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One false step and all is lost,
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in the land of the tilted cross.
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I left my love in a grave and I marked it with a cross that stands so straight and true.
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Tilted Cross
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