O! sons and daughters
I am doomed to never know
O! childs of fathers
lost like fallen snow
O! childs of mothers
whose tears would ever flow
we sing you this song
perched on battle's brows
we sing you this song
on eve of nevermore
Farewell! Fare thee well!
to sons and daughters
that we will never know
to sisters and mothers
farewell we bid you now
to wives and lovers
a kiss of love we blow
Farewell! Fare thee well!
We sing our final song
perched on battle's brow
the eve of nevermore.
Wipe your away tears
still your gentle cries
we sing you this song
with hearts full of joy
So long my little dears
we'll look upon you soon
from the clouds high above
as we float on angels song.
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