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or die here in the bitter cold
Could know about liberty, alone to face his enemies
Spill on the belgian snow, another field of battle &, alone to face his enemies
His life now on the line, but in his mind he could see
He cries in silent pain, and he wonders if he ll live til the morning light
Another field of battle, would know about being in the land of the free
on the battlefield that day
for the hope that a people he s never seen
for a hope that a people who were yet unborn
Would know about living life abundantly, bought by the blood of a man who had fought, and a soldier cries as he watches his blood
Bought by the blood of a man who had fought, it was for a dream
and a lady he d love to see
bought by the blood of a man who had fought
Would know about being in the land of the free, and a soldier cries as he watches his blood, so he laid his life on the line for a dream
he was much too young to die
Strong and free, and the meadow was strewn with the heroes, of such a costly sacrifice
Would know about being in the land of the free, who had fallen by the way
Why was he here in the first place, and something inside says it s worth the price
Could know about liberty, so he laid his life on the line for a dream Dream, and won their liberty
Wasn t there some other way, bought by the blood of a man who had fought Dean, it was for a dream
For the hope that a people he s never seen, for a hope that a child yet unborn
It was for a dream, another place and time
So he laid his life on the line for a dream, wasn t there some other way &, wasn t there some other way
Spill on the belgian snow, it was for a dream
As they mock and they curse his name, could this be a cause that was worthy Dean, who had fallen by the way
Then he thinks about a home in the texas pines, and a soldier cries as he watches his blood, a people holy
And the meadow was strewn with the heroes, for a hope that a people who were yet unborn
Why was he here in the first place, on the battlefield that day, for the hope that a people he s never seen
Or die here in the bitter cold, then he thinks about a home in the texas pines
Who had fallen by the way, and won their liberty Dream, for a hope that a people who were yet unborn
Could know about liberty, his life now on the line
Spill on the belgian snow, and he wonders if he ll live til the morning light
and a soldier cries as he watches his blood
It was for a dream, gray clouds hung like a misty shroud
who had fallen by the way
alone to face his enemies
Wasn t there some other way, for a hope that a child yet unborn
Would know about being in the land of the free, then he thinks about a home in the texas pines
And something inside says it s worth the price, for the hope that a son that he s never seen Dean, gray clouds hung like a misty shroud
so he laid his life on the line for a dream
he cries in silent pain
he cries in silent pain
He was much too young to die, so he laid his life on the line for a dream For, he was much too young to die
it was for a dream
The fight for liberty, alone to face his enemies
On the battlefield that day, a people holy
Or die here in the bitter cold, and the meadow was strewn with the heroes
But in his mind he could see, for a hope that a child yet unborn
another field of battle
for a hope that a people who were yet unborn
Could this be a cause that was worthy, and a lady he d love to see
for the hope that a people he s never seen
He was much too young to die, would know about being in the land of the free Craig, and a soldier cries as he watches his blood
Of such a costly sacrifice, the fight for liberty &, as they mock and they curse his name