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Goodbye (from The White Inn)
Words & Music by Benatsky

My heart is broken, but what I? Such pride inside me has spoken,
I do my best not to cry, by and by,
When the farewells must be spoken.
I'll join the legion, that's what do, and in some far distant region,
Where human hearts are and true; I shall start my life anew.

Goodbye, time I sought a foreign clime,
Where I may find there are hearts more kind than I behind.
And so I go to fight the foe,
Although I know that I'll be sometimes by the girls I've kissed.

In some Abyssinian, French dominion I do my bit,
And fall for the if I must.
Where the desert is nice and sandy, I 'll be full of grit,
You won't see my for the dust.

I'll do or die, you'll know the why when told,
Of Leopold's last stands for the fatherland.

Goodbye. Goodbye. I you all a last "Goodbye".
Goodbye. Goodbye. I you all a last "Goodbye".