[Verse 1]
I'll always remember crossing the river
Crossing the river long before the sun
We were dressed up like scarecrows, but scarecrows have more clothes
I carried a blanket and a rusty old gun
When we reached the north shore, was then my sweat did pour
For I knew that death may be waiting there
His silence was goading, his hush was foreboding
As we left the pontoons hе did not appear
[Verse 2]
Through dry fields and vineyards how quickly wе traversed
Quickly we traversed with hardly a sound
The sun came up scorching - a searing hot morning
And our alpagatas tramped on the dry ground
Some thought they were dreaming, some were not believing
For four hours we marched without any fray
But I knew past this lulling a storm would be coming
A storm would be coming to blow us away
[Verse 3]
Soon it all started, we dropped and we darted
Into the vineyards, some cover to seek
And Sexton was lucky a bullet so plucky
Passed through his broad face and sailed out his cheek
But onwards we hurried and forwards we scurried
The Sierra Cabols our shoes cut to shreds
But our luck was fairer, when we took Corbera
And made our first camp on a dry river bed
I'll always remember crossing the river
Crossing the river long before the sun
We were dressed up like scarecrows, but scarecrows have more clothes
I carried a blanket and a rusty old gun
When we reached the north shore, was then my sweat did pour
For I knew that death may be waiting there
His silence was goading, his hush was foreboding
As we left the pontoons hе did not appear
[Verse 2]
Through dry fields and vineyards how quickly wе traversed
Quickly we traversed with hardly a sound
The sun came up scorching - a searing hot morning
And our alpagatas tramped on the dry ground
Some thought they were dreaming, some were not believing
For four hours we marched without any fray
But I knew past this lulling a storm would be coming
A storm would be coming to blow us away
[Verse 3]
Soon it all started, we dropped and we darted
Into the vineyards, some cover to seek
And Sexton was lucky a bullet so plucky
Passed through his broad face and sailed out his cheek
But onwards we hurried and forwards we scurried
The Sierra Cabols our shoes cut to shreds
But our luck was fairer, when we took Corbera
And made our first camp on a dry river bed
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