A Gift From God
This land shall be
but a gift from God
you must work it
improve it
I shall turn the first sod
my work is now done
and your life is ahead
grow fruit and veg
run cattle, bake bread
build cities of stone
where time can hide
enjoy yourself
but don't lose your pride
dream of the day
when all men can be
living together
in this world, living free
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