Border Song

Sing little solider Sunrise on a lonesome hill In Chinese cloth and rubber bands Around your hands that hold the trumpet Silver dollars in your pocket One for peace and one for passion One for all the greedy bankers Nothing else to spare Brave little rascal Raised on northern summer soil Strong and true And knows that she is free Says "I'm goin' tomorrow I am leaving you Oh Canada Forgive me" House on a corner White as cream and sweet as pie Golden in the early morning Peering through the curtains See the children aiming action rifles God bless America Go easy on me