When we arrive, sons and daughters
We
We
We
These currents pull us
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder
Making this cold harbor now home
Take up your arm, sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by Dirigible
We
When we arrive, sons and daughters
We
We
We
We
When we arrive, sons and daughters
We
We
We
We
When we arrive, sons and daughters
We
We
We
We
When we arrive, sons and daughters
We
We
We
We
Here all the bombs fade away
Here all the bombs fade away
Here all the bombs fade away
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