America the Beautiful


                 O beautiful for spacious skies, 
                 For amber waves of grain, 
                 For purple mountain majesties 
                 Above the fruited plain! 
                 America! America! 
                 God shed his grace on thee 
                 And crown thy good with brotherhood 
                 From sea to shining sea! 

                 O beautiful for pilgrim feet 
                 Whose stern impassioned stress 
                 A thoroughfare for freedom beat 
                 Across the wilderness! 
                 America! America! 
                 God mend thine every flaw, 
                 Confirm thy soul in self-control, 
                 Thy liberty in law! 

                 O beautiful for heroes proved 
                 In liberating strife. 
                 Who more than self the country loved 
                 And mercy more than life! 
                 America! America! 
                 May God thy gold refine 
                 Till all success be nobleness 
                 And every gain divine! 

                 O beautiful for patriot dream 
                 That sees beyond the years 
                 Thine alabaster cities gleam 
                 Undimmed by human tears! 
                 America! America! 
                 God shed his grace on thee 
                 And crown thy good with brotherhood 
                 From sea to shining sea! 

                 O beautiful for halcyon skies, 
                 For amber waves of grain, 
                 For purple mountain majesties 
                 Above the enameled plain! 
                 America! America! 
                 God shed his grace on thee 
                 Till souls wax fair as earth and air 
                 And music-hearted sea! 

                 O beautiful for pilgrims feet, 
                 Whose stem impassioned stress 
                 A thoroughfare for freedom beat 
                 Across the wilderness! 
                 America! America! 
                 God shed his grace on thee 
                 Till paths be wrought through


                 wilds of thought 
                 By pilgrim foot and knee! 

                 O beautiful for glory-tale 
                 Of liberating strife 
                 When once and twice, 
                 for man's avail 
                 Men lavished precious life! 
                 America! America! 
                 God shed his grace on thee 
                 Till selfish gain no longer stain 
                 The banner of the free! 

                 O beautiful for patriot dream 
                 That sees beyond the years 
                 Thine alabaster cities gleam 
                 Undimmed by human tears! 
                 America! America! 
                 God shed his grace on thee 
                 Till nobler men keep once again 
                 Thy whiter jubilee!

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight' O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen, thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner: oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever when free men shall stand, Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that has made and preserved us as a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Written by Francis Scott Key on September 14th,1814.

If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life And I had to start again With just my children and my wife I'd thank my lucky stars To be living here today Cause the flag still stands for freedom And they can't take that away And I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up Next to you And defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A. From the lakes of Minnesota To the hills of Tennessee Across the plains of Texas From sea to shining sea From Detroit down to Houston And New York to L.A. Where there's pride in every American heart And it's time we stand and say And I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up Next to you And defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A. And I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up Next to you And defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.


America the Beautiful O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self the country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea! O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee! O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!	GOD BLESS AMERICA God bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home. God bless America, land that I love, Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above. From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam, God bless America, my home sweet home. From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home God bless America, my home sweet home.
	STAR SPANGLED BANNER Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight' O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen, thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner: oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever when free men shall stand, Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that has made and preserved us as a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Written by Francis Scott Key on September 14th,1814.