O how they carried him...

And
They carried him
All stepping forward
They carried him
Home...
The blood all over him
His armour broken to pieces
Only a brave and blessed
Die...
For not one
But for all...

And so they carried him...
O how they carried him...

Through the thronging weeping dumbed crowd
They carried him...

And he...
Sleeping fine...
he had dreams
Of meeting Him...
Standing right there...
A Man...
Amidst a cornfield
Whispering a love song...

They carried him...

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