High will rise the dawning sun
O'er the land where all are one
So shall it be from sea to sea
In the green land of the morrow.
Sweetly will the rivers flow
Through gentle hills where time is slow
Birds will sing and hearts will ring
In the green land of the morrow.
Fertile ground will make the land
Sowed easily by farmer's hand
Head o' the plow ne'er wipes his brow
In the green land of the morrow.
Only tales will be told
Of the warring kings of old
Fighting none, the battles done
In the green land of the morrow.
Warm will be the setting sun
O'er the land where peace be won
So shall it be from sea to sea
In the green land of the morrow.
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