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The Sky Is Red

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The Sky Is Red

Oh, the sky is red this morning,
Oh, the sun is black like night,
Oh, my heart is deep in mourning
My love has died in the brave fight.
He did fight from morn till dusk dear,
He did fight all through the night,
He did not let our land be taken from us
Whilst he was standing, fit to fight.

The heathen came across the waters,
The heathens came prepared to fight,
The heathen came to our great nation,
To take it from us with their might.
Our land was fraught with mortal danger,
Our daughters all were chilled with fright,
Our mothers all were filled with righteous anger,
Our fathers all were set about to fight.

“We shall fight from morn till dusk boys,
We shall fight all through the night,
We won’t let our land be taken from us
Whilst we’re all standing bravely in this fight.
For they had come to the wrong place dear,
As they thought us weak with fright,
They did not know that we would join together
To defend our land with all our might.”


So we fought from morn till dusk dear,
So we fought all through the night,
We tried to stop our land being taken from us
Until no man could stand up to fight.
Oh, how we fought from morn till night dear,
Oh, how we fought all through the night,
Now they think our land is taken from us
Because they’ve beaten us in this fight.

Now they think the battle is over,
Now they think the war has been won.
Now they think they’ve broken our spirit,
By slaughtering our precious, precious ones.
Now they think that they can rule us,
Now they think we are “their sons”,
Now they think that they have “won us”,
Now they have all our swords and guns.

But the fight goes on forever,
Maybe not with bombs, knives or guns,
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.
Yes we’ll still fight them in the morning,
We’ll still fight them in the night,
We will never give up on our freedom,
While one of us is standing here to fight.

Yes, the fight goes on forever,
No, the war will never be won:
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.



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