The sun on the rim of the hill overlooking all that I love
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Lights up every leaf and blade, birds circling high above
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With trembling hand I reach down and say "This is my land"
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This land will pass on to my child, when he's grown
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To love it as much as I, for all the sons gone by
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And when he's a man he'll do what he can
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For this my land, this is my land
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When young men die in glory and for freedom take their stand
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May they sing this same proud story, this is my land
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When life fades away, and my body is laid to rest in the ground
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May this comfort fill my soul here on the land, I know
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That those after me say with much dignity
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"This is my land, this is my land"
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This Is My Land
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| Roy Orbison |
