[1st verse:]
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There's a land where hearts are aching and eyes are wet with tears
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It's the land where hearts start breaking when the smoke of battle clears
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There's a voice that seems to haunt me when the shades of night appear
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'Tis the mournful voice of Belgium ringing in my ear
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[Refrain:]
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I hear the voice of Belgium calling far across the sea
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I speak of wives and mothers waiting patiently
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I hear the cries of children praying, sad as they could be
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I can hear them say, "Please, send my Daddy back to me"
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[2nd verse:]
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Hear a voice that rings with sorrow, it mournfully imparts
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That the news of each tomorrow means a thousand broken hearts
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See a hand stretch'd out for mercy with a plea to every man
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'Tis the call for help from Belgium - answer, if you can
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The Voice Of Belgium
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Irving Berlin |