Agathos Dorea

In the shadows of the greatest war
I hear the echoes of a dream passed by
But we can’t know just what’s in store
When the truth becomes a lie
And on a worthless farm in Cherokee
He left me with these mouths to feed
And Winter whispered goodbye on the wind

Now young men listen to me
It’s a war that we must fight
Leave your homes and your families
It’s time to do what’s right

And heroes run to save the day
When freedom is in peril
Gather up the arms they may
Fight with blood and bone and marrow

But young men die like all the rest
We lay them in the ground
Widows grieve to pass the test
And bury them six feet down

So this I’ve learned in this life of mine
When young men’s lives are taken
All the hope that’s stored inside
Can’t keep a heart from breaking
And on a worthless farm in Cherokee
I forever said farewell to thee
And Winter whispered goodbye on the wind

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