My Country
Sweet land of liberty
Land of noble free.
Music sings from all the tree,
Our fathers' God, Author of liberty.
Land where my father's died,
Land of Pilgrims' pride,
From every mountains side,
Where i abide.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and tempted hills.
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might
Great God of Light.
