tabby
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Here in the grove, I am graced by love
My Mama and Papa they hold my hands
Lift me off the ground like the white dove
Swing my feet high above the grass
Mama, she sings of men in soldiers' wear
Donning the Sun in two S's with pride
Marching on for freedom and for life
Colored with red, black, and pure white
Papa, he tells me to listen to her closely
Hear how her sweet words are both sad and true
For once there was a time and there was a man
Who raised his hand to the sky so blue and grand
"Hail Victory!" This man had bellowed to all
The taste of it shall be ours when the last horn sounds
Like honey dew and daughter's laugh, all loved his reign
Papa, he says to me "I'd give most anything to hear it again."
And so we listen to Mama's sweet singing
Of men I never knew, now wishing I knew
"Hail Victory!" I chant as I hold Mama's hand
And Papa ruffles my hair with the biggest smile he's ever had
~ tabby
My Mama and Papa they hold my hands
Lift me off the ground like the white dove
Swing my feet high above the grass
Mama, she sings of men in soldiers' wear
Donning the Sun in two S's with pride
Marching on for freedom and for life
Colored with red, black, and pure white
Papa, he tells me to listen to her closely
Hear how her sweet words are both sad and true
For once there was a time and there was a man
Who raised his hand to the sky so blue and grand
"Hail Victory!" This man had bellowed to all
The taste of it shall be ours when the last horn sounds
Like honey dew and daughter's laugh, all loved his reign
Papa, he says to me "I'd give most anything to hear it again."
And so we listen to Mama's sweet singing
Of men I never knew, now wishing I knew
"Hail Victory!" I chant as I hold Mama's hand
And Papa ruffles my hair with the biggest smile he's ever had
~ tabby
