Oh say can you see the blessings we share
'Neath purple mountains and spacious skies?
For our amber waves of grain grow in soil tinted red
By the blood of Patriots who laid down their lives.
My country, 'tis of thee my heart sings
And upon whom God has shed His Grace.
My country, 'tis to thee I pray you will always
Sing as one voice for our future children's sake.
You're a grand old flag; you're our Star Spangled Banner
And I salute the virtues o'er which you are wavin'.
You fly proudly as a Beacon of Hope and assurance
For the tired and weak who flee to you for safe haven.
If tomorrow all the things were gone
For which we've toiled for over 200 years,
May we one day look into the face of our God
With no regrets for our efforts, blood, sweat and tears.
And, when in the course of human events
It becomes necessary to defend Liberty and Justice for all.
May we hold strong as brothers and sisters under one Father
Or together, we will most certainly fall.
God bless our leaders both here and abroad
May their souls be confirmed in self-control.
And God Bless us all with the wisdom to support the defense
Of Freedom and Democracy for all.
Our Father who art in Heaven,
I'd like to teach the world to sing,
A song that knows no language barriers
A song of love and peace and harmony.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white foam,
Happy Birthday, dear America,
You are my home, sweet home.
Written by Dennis W. Anderson
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