8, American Hymn
American Hymn
Italy, Germany,
Africa we come
Vietnam by sea and land
into your arms we run
Refugees filled with dreams
laying our burdens down
Upon your soil, we have toiled
from town to town
America, America
God shed her grace on thee
Sisterhood, brotherhood
Someday
I do believe
From the mills of Pittsburgh Steel
to the Iron Range
Way out west to the land
of desert sage
Cowboy blues, mutton stew
California sun
To your ports, we travel north got no place now left to run
America, America
God shed her grace on thee
Sisterhood, brotherhood
Someday
I do believe
Potawatomi, Sioux, Ojibwe, too.
Hopi, Cheyenne, Navajo.
Promises unfulfilled
Still driving them out of their home
Freedom, Oh Freedom
For whom what does that mean?
Like waves out on the ocean
crossing the deep blue sea
.
America, America
God shed her grace on thee
Sisterhood, brotherhood
Today
I do believe
.
Words & Music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long Publishing 1982 renewed 2023
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