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For the People

Rod MacDonald
Lingua: Inglese


Rod MacDonald


Last night I dreamed of my old home
my sister and I, when we were young
the yellow sun shone through flow'ring trees
we rode the old familiar streets
the faces of old friends were near
the smiles of children bright and clear
my mother sang our favorite songs
my father worked his patch of ground

When I awoke I was far away
in a land where only yesterday
after forty years of tyranny
the foreign armies had to leave
and as I walked the streets of town
with my new friends who call it home
in the air so newly free
this is what they said to me:

"I would not love my country more
for victories in foreign wars
I did not love my country less
when it was occupied and oppressed
not for some politicians' speech
but for the people strong and free
the land so green, the sky above
these are the country that I love"

Now who can say what takes a man
far away from his own land
and yet his dreams will take him home
back to the land where he was born
to walk the old familiar roads
and see the faces young and old
the land so green the sky above
these are the country that I love



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