I walked along this road again
     And thought of all the times before
When I was young and life was sweet.
      We never knew the word called 'war'.

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Sweet blossom hung from every tree;
      We walked together to our school.
We played with friends out in the fields
     And sailed our boats upon the pool.

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We grew, we worked and met our wives
      And each had children of our own.
We brought them up as honest folk.
      The future was to all unknown.

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Such solemn news came on the air.
     We quietly sat but could not speak.
Our children went to fight a war
     And all were lost within a week.

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As I walk along this road again,
    With broken heart and tears that pour,
I join with those who share my grief
   For loved-ones killed in acts of war.

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