The price that I might be.
Across this land, so fertile now,
Where once, men`s blood ran free.
I wear the clothes of they who fought
This fair land for to free
In coat of gray, with head held high,
Oh would that I could be?
I sing the songs they carried forth
Young hearts aglow with pride
As marching off to war they went,
Those brothers, side by side.
I eat their food, by campfire light
As evening sun repair
For here they come, those men of old
My thoughts to fill, and share
I dream their dream, and feel the fear
Of men forever free
For now I know, just how they paid
The price, that I might be.