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Our fathers bled at valley forge, the snow was red with blood
Their faith was worn at valley forge,
Their faith was brotherhood.
Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time?
A time to try the soul of men,
Wasn't that a terrible time?
Brave men who fought at gettysburg now lie in soldier's graves
But there they stemmed the rebel tide
And there their faith was saved
Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time?
A time to try the soul of men,
Wasn't that a terrible time?
The wars are long, the peace is frail, the madmen come again.
There is no freedom in a land where fear and hate prevail.
Isn't this a time, isn't this a time?
A time to try the soul of men,
Isn't this a terrible time?
Our fathers bled at valley forge, the snow was red with blood
Their faith was worn at valley forge,
Their faith was brotherhood.
Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time?
A time to try the soul of men,
Wasn't that a terrible time?
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