I rode to my homeland
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And carried the memory
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Over the valley below
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And the heart of a nation
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The war cry was blazing
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And the loss of my brothers and sons
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Were all in the name of civilization
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The empty moon saw I was leaving
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With pride and hope in my heart
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The mountains talk of
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Far away dreaming
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So came the invasion
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Across from a faraway place
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Into the new world
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With guns and new order
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They gave us religion
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Then took away all of our rights
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And forced us to live
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Behind their new border
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The four winds blow
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And bring new vision
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Where children laugh without fear
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The land will speak
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The people will listen
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But yesterday my life was fading
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With every reason to die
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Ten miles to the north
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As I rode my red horse
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In the dying sun
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And then when I saw
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The white soldiers
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One hundred or more in a line
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Kill for the land
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Saying their law will stand
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What kind of god do they see?
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The fighting is over
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No matter what fear they might bring
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My country will live
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The dust clouds are falling
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I stood by the river
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And breathing the air that is life
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Within the black hills
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My spiritual calling
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What kind of god can this be?
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What Kind Of God
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| Uriah Heep |
