It was just after sunrise and down by the sea,
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down on the sand flats where nothing will grow,
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come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream
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Where the golden green waters come in.
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Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night,
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Half of them wounded and barely alive.
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Just nine out of twenty was headed for home with eleven sad stories to tell.
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I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed,
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I said, oh, good morning what a beautiful day.
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Soldiers
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James Taylor |