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Beyond Tomorrow
The bugler blows his mournful taps
The drummer bows his head.
At dawn the enemy invades,
by dusk he may be dead.
The flag will fly forevermore,
Old Glory will not fall.
But the blood that's shed to save her
stains victory for us all.
Beyond tomorrow's battle
lies a freedom long denied,
and the drummer prays for courage,
while he shivers deep inside.
The troops bed down among the trees,
the campfires shimmer bright;
a beacon for approaching fate,
a balefire in the night.
Amid the oak and fir and pine,
there stalks the phantom dread.
At dawn the enemy invades...
by dusk, all may be dead.
The drummer bows his head.
At dawn the enemy invades,
by dusk he may be dead.
The flag will fly forevermore,
Old Glory will not fall.
But the blood that's shed to save her
stains victory for us all.
Beyond tomorrow's battle
lies a freedom long denied,
and the drummer prays for courage,
while he shivers deep inside.
The troops bed down among the trees,
the campfires shimmer bright;
a beacon for approaching fate,
a balefire in the night.
Amid the oak and fir and pine,
there stalks the phantom dread.
At dawn the enemy invades...
by dusk, all may be dead.
Check her out.
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