Born in the plains
A farmer's sons and brothers the same
Raised on promises
We'd stay that way.

As boys we believed
Summers at the sea
We were free to become men of good will
Side by side

And we were children then
Foot prints in the sand
And where the ocean bends
we made our promises
He knows.

Duty soon called
1943 we enrolled
Together we would be
our family's pride

And we were soldiers then
Our bodies in the sand
And like that sand through our hands
Go our grandest plans.

And just to see your face for one more moment
I'd cross the ocean again
The end...is not the end

And I'll be by your side,on the other side(x2)

And through the cloud of death
We find our way back home.
And though I hold your hand,
All must go alone.
And when you see the face of our Maker,
You don't have to be ashamed,
He knows the promises we made.

And I'll be by your side,on the other side.(x2)