RICK
Alone, RICK sings his farewell to DAN who is leaving to fight in Afghanistan. HE wishes he could join him, but he can’t. RICK doesn’t know that he will never see his comrade again.
FOR WE FOUGHT SIDE BY SIDE AT MARATHON
AT ANTIETAM
AT AGINCOURT
AT YORKTOWN
TAKE ALL OF THAT WITH YOU.
THE LINE OF MEN IN STEP:
ACHILLES REACHING FOR WEAPONS;
BOYS LOST IN THE WAVES OF FRANCE;
ALL MARCHING TOWARD DANGER.
I NEED TO KNOW WE’RE THERE
IN THAT LINE OF WORN SOLDIERS...
TRAINED IN CASE WE ‘RE CALLED
AND BRAVE IF ONLY FOR EACH OTHER
I’LL BE THERE WITH YOU
MAD WITH BLOOD
SHARING A LAST SWIG
WITH FELLOWS
CROUCHED BEHIND ROCKS
HIDING THEIR SOFT THROATS
AMID ANCIENT CLASHING OF ARMS.
I’LL BE THERE....
MARCHING TO YOUR HEART BEAT
SIDE BY SIDE
A BUGLE IN MY HAND
REMINDING YOU TO SAVE THAT FELLOW TO YOUR LEFT
I’LL BE THERE...
GRATEFUL,
TO THOSE SO MANY WHO
GAVE UP THEIR TIME TOO SOON.
I’LL BE THERE.
I’LL BE THERE.