"THE BAND OF BROTHERS MARCH"

Author: Frank G.Gross, I/3/7 Marines

When the eagle makes a stand,
Upon a distant land,
And the spirit of the corps is in his eye he lays his anchor down,
Upon the troubled ground,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

From the sound of different drummers,
In the valley of the thunder,>br> And a hundred marching men passing by,
Each man became a brother,
Depending on each other,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

His mighty wings will span,
With the anchor in his hand,
as the mountains catch his shadow flying by and on this frozen land,
The golden eagle stands,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi,

From the sound of differnt drummers,
In the valley of the thunder,
And a hundred marching men passing by,
Each man became a brother,
Depending on each other,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

Though the years have come and gone,
The spirit still goes on,
Tonight we will hold our banners high,
To the brotherhood so true,
The proud the chosin few,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

 

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