Born in the plains
 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 [bad word] men of good will 
 Side by side
 And we were children then
 Footprints in the sand
 And where the ocean bends
 We made our promises

 Duty soon calls
 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 moment
 I’d cross the ocean again
 The end is not the end

 And I’ll be by your side
 On the other side
 I’ll be by your side
 On the other side

 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
 I’ll be by your side
 On the other side