sailors sing bar songs
while beer fills their cups.
They try to forget,
they're soon leaving home.
Soon they'll go far,
to war: where they'll fight.
They'll leave in the fog,
and pretend they can't see.
The land that they're leaving,
the wives that they love.
Now they're oceans away,
From this town,
To a place where they know
death is eminante.
Slowly they fell,
wounded were some.
Guns proved death,
shots were fatal.
And no big surprise,
few sailors came home.
From oceans away,
They came back from-
Oceans away,
To a place they call home.
now nothing is left,
this town is in ruins.
The happiness lost,
the cups overturned.
but oceans away,
we are now happy-
oceans away,
is a place we call home.
*and this place holds our freedom,
it's not got a name.
we know it by blue skies,
and friends from our past.
Our lives were all shattered,
our hopes lost in war.
And we won't be in our homeland,
Cuz now we are gone*
And we're oceans away,
And wars over-
We're oceans away,
from a life we once knew
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And sailors sing bar songs,
while beer fills their glasses -full-
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