It's hard to keep tears out of my eyes,
For this may be our last goodbye,
Your country calls you to defend this land,
You’ll do your part, just like a man.
Down where the river bends,
With G-d's help we'll meet again,
Under the same old sycamore tree,
Proud of each other and the land of the free.
I'll go down to the ocean blue,
And get as close as I can to you,
Though this old ocean my keep us apart,
It can't keep you, dear out of my heart.
If the worst should happen and the poppies should wave,
Over your far and lonely grave,
All the rest of my life I'll spend in prayer,
I'll meet you in heaven, there's no war there.
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