Well there's a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown

Where a mother's young son sleeps all alone

All for the land that he dreamed he could save

Yeah, there's none so beautiful as the brave



Oh, there's a stone in the meadow with all the weight of the world

Where the flowers are watered by the brown eyes of a girl

She cries for the life that her one true love gave

Yeah, there's none so beautiful as the brave



None so beautiful as the boy who cries freedom

None so beautiful as the voice that carries far

None so strong as love beyond all reason that fears no evil

Undaunted by the dark or any wicked man's heart



Oh there's a cross on a hill where no steeple bells ring

A shrine with no name where little children sing to the rhythm that rocks us

From the cradle to the grave

Yeah, there's none so beautiful

Oh, there's none so beautiful

Oh, there's none so beautiful as the brave



There's none so beautiful as the brave