The boast of heraldry the pomp of power And all that beauty and all that wealth ere gave Awaits alike the inevitable hour the paths of glory lead but to the grave….. Thomas Gray's Elegy Written On a Country Church Yard
The fleet was a floating forest spread before me on the Thames And Greenwich bells saluted all her fine departing sons I stood upon the hillside, my spyglass misted ore and I Turned to make my way to home once more
Chorus Oh to cross the line and defy the time forever To take the path of happiness and walk away the pain If for one last time you could hold these hands together Content to scale the heights of home again
It's hard to lose your loved one to a nation's grateful heart For now you are her sweetheart and you never more shall part Your virtue she may trade on and your likeness she may buy But she'll not hold you any more than I
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Last night I dreamt you lay with me with your head upon my breast You had no thought of trading me for glory in the west The park was then our Eden and the stars our guileless game We charted them until the comet came
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This land may want you for a hero She can call her very own To glory you in battle and to honor you in stone I have no need of gratitude and praise and nothing more I want my love beside me as before