More slowly they moved over familiar ground
As if they knew they were homeward bound
There was a certain feeling in the cold still air
As all those who watched knew it was not fair
But for some reason and in an unknown way
Our life as we know it did not stop that day
For I can still walk this land of the great herd
And from Mt. Scott crying can still be heard
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