Sometimes I close my eyes And picture the plains I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois Riding again Open skies, fertile ground This was heaven on earth That they found We got what they gave By their God we were saved They were humble not depraved These streets we're afraid of Once were the fields of the brave The fields of the brave Where a Chevrolet rusts By a closed shopping mall Can you see through the dust Where the brave ones stood tall Buried deep where they fell They live on in the stories we tell They got what they gave By their God they were saved And I say this as I pray I can't help but dream of The days these were fields of the brave The fields of the brave After all this time And the struggles in between We stand next in line With the chance we can build on their dreams In the Fields of the brave Fields of the brave We got what they gave In the fields of the brave Let their spirits be saved And I pray this on their graves There'll be a return of The days these were fields of the brave The fields of the brave
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