From a son to his fatherFrom one man to another From one soldier to anotherFrom a son to his fatherWhen you were a boy you would go fishing in the rivers and in the streamsYou played in the fields beside your motherOne day you fell in love with a beautiful girlYou were called away to fight in a war in what seemed was in another worldYou came back to your girlYou came back a proud man and in your hand you carried a bronze starYou settled down and planted a garden In your garden birds flew and beautiful flowers bloomedThe sweetest apples grew on the trees you plantedWhen the time came for the lord to call your girl awayI knew you would want t
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