The[G] flickering candle, will it gutter and[C] die?
Or[G] will the common man[D] fight for the rights of our[G]
Without vigilance and valor, freedoms a [C]lie.
Greed[G] is a tyrant who[D] waits with raised[G] hand.
have died and heroes have gone.
It takes a winter to bring down the snow.
Gone is the goose and gone is the swan,
the graves of our heroes wild flowers do grow.
We no longer need, think not freedom but greed
will fail with no one to wail.
But if you will heed, save liberties seed
For the future of america and the Gael.
perfect republic you think you have made.
Heroes bought it and paid with lifes blood.
There's still upkeep to pay as
you laze in the shade,
Or tyrrany will come upon you like a flood.
The heroes are gone and good old days are
The rich think things are getting better.
But if liberty's gone will common folk last?
The republic, you might
as well forget her.