America - Lee Greenwood

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

My native country thee

Land of the noble free

Thy name I love

I love thy rocks and thrills

Thy woods and template hills

My heart with raptured thrills, like that above

Let music swell the breeze

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom’s psalm

Let mortale tongues awake

Let all that breathe partake

Let rocks bear silent wake

The sound roll on

Our father’s guide 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.