Oh my brave hearts, we must leave this land tomorrow,
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We can't live here anymore,
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And in the quiet hours, we talk before the dawn;
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And the old hearts, they are calling from the shadows,
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Telling us we must not go, oh but we cannot fight,
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The power of the gun, to take away our land,
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They take it from our sons, swear it on my hand,
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We will return to run here like the wolf,
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And see the hunter's moon, and watch our river flow,
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It's not gone forever;
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Oh my bold hearts, we will go down to the city,
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We will live by city light, but in the darkest hour,
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Keep this fire alive;
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We will grow strong, we will bring our wealth together,
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Never showing what we have,
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And when the time has come, we'll reach out for the gun,
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Taking back our land, take it for our sons,
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Swear it on my hand,
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We will return to run here like the wolf,
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And see the hunter's moon, and watch our river flow,
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We will return to touch the open sky,
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And see the eagle fly, and feel the morning rain,
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It's not gone forever,
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We will return,
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Oh my brave hearts,
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We gonna come back, we gonna come back,
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We will return,
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Oh my brave hearts,
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We will return.
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Oh My Brave Hearts
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| Chris De Burgh |
