I'm picking honeysuckle and arrowheads and arrowheads
In the fields of my father's father's land, father's land
In the last June light
The sky boomed from the canon blast, the canon blast
The world we knew was changing fast, was changing fast
In the last June light
Boys on the field marching
Gonna grow up some day
Boys on the field marching
Gonna be them some day
Boys on the field marching
Lined up in blue and gray
Boys on the field marching
Gonna be them some day
In the last June light
In the last June light
I'm picking honeysuckle and arrowheads and arrowheads
In the fields of my father's father's land, father's land
In the last June light
The sky boomed from the canon blast, the canon blast
The world we knew was changing fast, was changing fast
In the last June light
Boys on the field marching
Gonna grow up some day
Boys on the field marching
Gonna be them some day
Boys on the field marching
Lined up in blue and gray
Boys on the field marching
Gonna be them some day
In the last June light
In the last June light
I'm picking honeysuckle and arrowheads and arrowheads
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