Comrade
The years pass on, the days rush by, As hand in hand we tread the way,And ever from a cloudland high, The sun climbs gladly, day by day.
There's always laughter, joy that's sweet, As, comrade, you and I march on,The rivers, brooks and oceans meet, Still you and I march on, march on.
From ages past of long ago, From crumbled walls of wondrous fame,From tribal force and fighting foe, The wonders of the present came.
And yet we hold entreating hands, And never cease the asking whyThis finite realm of Mother Earth, This boundless, starry sea of sky.
There's always laughter, joy that's sweet, As, comrade, you and I march on,The sunshine land rests at our feet, Still you and I march on, march on.
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