In the burning light of dawn
In the stillness of the morning
He held her close he kissed her eyes
Under a blanket of living skies.
They were lovers all through school
They always were together
And on her hand a golden ring
Within which sat forever.
But a young man s heart is brave
The same brave boy she wed
Has gone away in uniform
Sleeps in a soldierâs bed.
In the colors of the East
In the blazing light of morning
She dreamed of lands in a sweet sunrise
Here in a land of living skies.
So when the reverend came to call
She did not need to answer
She knew he d met with his demise
Gone to the land of the living skies.
She put on her good clothes
She stood out on the rise
She called his name aloud
And these were his replies.
There is no more anger here
Nor is there cause for mourning
In the untamed wheat and the feral rise
Here in the land of the living skies.
Grieve not for we who live
In the amber dawn of morning
In the untamed wheat and the feral rise
Here in the land of the living skies
Here in the land of the living skies
Here in the land of the living skies
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