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Under a foreign sky My fate awaits me There but for God go I Do not forsake me
I am a boy Full of promise Full of freedom; Now joy Is dead and done I am gone
Before the western sea My home was in the valley There with my family I took to manhood early
I was the one My brother called My mother looked to me Her fine, strong son; Now the joy Is dead and done I am gone
Finding my way to go The call that I should answer; My country's own hero Like music to the dancer
I am a boy Full of promise Full of freedom; Now the joy Is dead and done I am gone
Under a weeping willow tree You planted roses There in my memory Where my eternal ghost is
I was a boy Full of promise Full of freedom; Now joy Is dead and done I am gone
Now the joy Is dead and done I am gone
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