Mother America

She's the mainland,
She's an island,
She's the lowland,
I guess that she's a highland,
And I like to sing,
This little song for her,
Nothing much lately has really been sung,
I wonder if she cries when the weary day is done,
But I'd like to sing,
This little song for her.

Would you mind if I sang it from my heart,
Would you mind if I sang it from my soul,
Mother America, I'm coming home.

She's the traitor,
She's a sailor,
And if she hurts someone,
Well then someone made her,
And I'd like to sing,
This little song for her,
Nothing much lately has really be sung,
I wonder if she cries when the weary day is done,
But I'd like to sing,
This little song for her.

Would you like to sing it from the heart,
Would you like to sing it from your soul,
Mother America I'm coming home.