Take me to the golden fields
Where the heroes of war are laid;
Please, honor them with respect
The ultimate sacrifice made;
Pray for the loved ones left beneath
Those gleaming markers of stone;
They gave all to keep us free
Never they will be alone,
For God keeps them in His care
Their final honor won;
Their names written in His own hand
Beside the name of His Son.
Take me to the golden fields
Where the heroes of war are laid;
Forever we shall be in their debt
Through death our freedom paid.
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