One two, three four...
Hey Freda, maybe you were right
Since I've been home
I've prayed every night
Last night
I dreamed of my buddies on the battlefield
marching all alone
Bring my buddies back
Bring my buddies back, dear God
Bring my buddies back
And I can tell in their eyes,
that they're not afraid to die
They're marching all alone
Bring my buddies home
I had a friend who lay dying in the sun
For to the lack of doctors,
the final hour had come
And as his life was wasting away,
I got a little closer yeah
to hear what he had to say
He said: 'Bring my buddies back
Bring my buddies back, dear God...
Bring my buddies back"
I can tell in their eyes,
that they're not afraid to die
There marching all alone
Bring my buddies home
And when we march home
hold your head up high
what we left behind
not afraid to die
Hey Freda, maybe you were right
Since I've been home
I've prayed every night
Last night
I dreamed of my buddies on the battlefield
marching all alone
Bring my buddies back
Bring my buddies back, dear God
Bring my buddies back
And I can tell in their eyes,
that they're not afraid to die
They're marching all alone
Bring my buddies home
I had a friend who lay dying in the sun
For to the lack of doctors,
the final hour had come
And as his life was wasting away,
I got a little closer yeah
to hear what he had to say
He said: 'Bring my buddies back
Bring my buddies back, dear God...
Bring my buddies back"
I can tell in their eyes,
that they're not afraid to die
There marching all alone
Bring my buddies home
And when we march home
hold your head up high
what we left behind
not afraid to die
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