The sun on the meadow is summery warm
The stag in the forest runs free
But gathered together to greet the storm
Tomorrow belongs to me

The branch on the linden is leafy and green
The Kenai gives its gold to the sea (Gold to the sea)
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come
When the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs to me


Come Sing Along!



Now, the Republican Marching Song!
Flags high, ranks closed,
Republicans march with silent solid steps.
Brothers shot by the Liberal scum
march in spirit with us in our ranks.

The street free for the brown battalions,
The street free for the Storm Troopers Christian Legions.
Millions, full of hope, look up at the swastika flag;
The day breaks for freedom and for bread.

For the last time the call will now be blown;
For the struggle now we all stand ready.
Soon will fly Hitler-Palin's flags over every street;
Slavery will last only a short time longer.

Flags high, ranks closed,
Republicans march with silent solid steps.
Brothers shot by the Liberal scum
march in spirit with us in our ranks.


Love the edits, let's go with them.