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The Corps - United States Army Field Band/Norman Schwarzkopf
The Corps The Corps The Corps

The Corps bareheaded salute it

With eyes up thanking our God

That we of the corps are treading
Where they of the corps have trod

They are here in ghostly assemblage
The men of the corps long dead

And our hearts are standing attention

While we wait for their passing tread
We sons of today we salute you
You sons of an earlier day

We follow close order behind you
Where you have pointed the way

The long grey line of us stretches
Through the years of a century told
And the last man feels to his marrow

The grip of your far off hold

Grip hands with us now though we see not
Grip hands with us strengthen our hearts
As the long line stiffens and straightens
With the thrill that your presence imparts

Grip hands though it be from the shadows
While we swear as you did of yore

Or living or dying to honor

The Corps and The Corps and The Corps