My country, tears of thee, Sweet land of liberty Of thee I see. Land where my fathers die Land of the pilgrims pray From every mountain sight, Let pray unweal.
Our father’s guard to thee, Author of liberty To thee we sing. Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light Protect us by thy mind, Great God, our king.
Grand birds fly of our sons Our authors and our fires Keep we still pure. Our starting fed us through The hope of all the world In peace and lie in pearl God holds a cure.
