Oh they are going, walking down the road
Finding the friends
We have lost
But still we've knowed
Onward they march to
The tune of beating drum
Hark hear the Angels sing
Ere the mourners come
On down the road
They forever march
Into the hands of war
Which hold them in grasp
Twist them and pull them
Into monsterous form
Hark hear the Angels sing
Ere the gathering storm
Further they go from us
All loss, but who's to know
The charts upon the ocean
Where our ships are tossed
Keep up your heart's courage
Through night until the dawn
Hark hear the angels sing
The hour our hope is born
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