6 acessos
My country 'tis of thee sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride
From every mountain side let freedom ring!
Let music, swell the breeze, and ring from all the trees, sweet freedom's song
Let mortal tongues awake, let all that breathe partake
Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong
Our fathers' God to thee, author of liberty, to thee we sing
Long may our land be bright with freedom's holy light
Protect us by thy might, Great God our King!
From every mountain side let freedom ring! Ring!