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On This Land
God bless the daffodils
The green grass on the hills
And the trees that grow all around
God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep
Upon the hilly ground
Try not to make a sound
Not a sound
On this land we defended with our lives
You understand
There could be much pleasure
So stand once again to keep her divine
On this land
Someday we'll lay down to die
You understand
It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)
To know that you died
Inside your proud home
God bless the daffodils
The green grass on the hills
And the trees that grow all around
God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep
Upon the hilly ground
Try not to make a sound
Not a sound
On this land we defended with our lives
You understand
There could be much pleasure
So stand once again to keep her divine
On this land
Someday we'll lay down to die
You understand
It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)
To know that you died
Inside your proud home
On this land
On this land
On this land
On this land we defended with our lives
You understand
There could be much pleasure (There could be much pleasure)
So stand once again to keep her divine
On this land
Someday we'll lay down to die
You understand
It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)
To know that you died
Inside your proud home
On this land . . . [continue to fade]
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On this land . . . [continue to fade]
Inside your proud home
To know that you died
It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)
You understand
Someday we'll lay down to die
On this land
So stand once again to keep her divine
There could be much pleasure (There could be much pleasure)
You understand
On this land we defended with our lives
On this land
On this land
On this land
Inside your proud home
To know that you died
It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)
You understand
Someday we'll lay down to die
On this land
So stand once again to keep her divine
There could be much pleasure
You understand
On this land we defended with our lives
Not a sound
Try not to make a sound
Upon the hilly ground
God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep
And the trees that grow all around
The green grass on the hills
God bless the daffodils
Inside your proud home
To know that you died
It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)
You understand
Someday we'll lay down to die
On this land
So stand once again to keep her divine
There could be much pleasure
You understand
On this land we defended with our lives
Not a sound
Try not to make a sound
Upon the hilly ground
God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep
And the trees that grow all around
The green grass on the hills
God bless the daffodils
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| Om rhis Lsnd |
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| Onm Trhis Lasnd |
| Oh Lwnd |
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| Onh Tihs Lawnd |
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| Oj Tjis Lxnd |
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| Onj Thjis Laxnd |
| Ob Tuis Lannd |
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| Tnis Lamd |
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