From Sea To Shining Sea
America America My Country Tis Of Thee
For youthful lemonade stand lucravity
Amongst summer in the suburbs
Hot days of basketball with the neighborhood gang
The big sun beating down on tanned bear backs and tough bear feet
O, cool baths from water hoses. Our only air conditioning
The wind blows through your hair as you stand up on your bike racing home
Cause you just heard your mothers voice echoing through the yards that its dinner time
Cookouts with juicy hamburgers and hotdogs and cheesey potatoes galore
Campfires, misquito bites, long hikes, your little cousins trike
O youthful American dream you inspire me with a smile that’s childlike
I have lived here! I live here! God’s grace covers me.
BUT there is starting to be a struggle
Our cities left in rubble
And we wonder: Who! is my brother
Could he be the one who lives beyond the shining sea
America America my country tis of thee
O beautiful pilgrim feet who fled from a land war torn by Germany
My grandparents
They were afraid of what they could not see
The coast across the sea with fruits and trees bearing liberty
O how terribly treacherous that sea was to travel
Grandpa! Grandpa! How beautiful was that sight?
When you arrived in that land oh delight!
Teach me America how to live as my forefathers did
With liberty and justice for all
My mother told me the day he saw the stamp of citizenship was the best of them all
Just give him a telephone call
Through many dangers toils and snares it took him… but he got there
He loved this country like a wife
He believed its truth glowed like light
America America my country tis of thee
America, America what a story you do hold
A melting pot of cultures tough, adventurous, bold
My Opa dreamed that beautiful patriot dream to live in a nation where the people gleam
And I begin to wonder how it may seem, for my brother who lives beyond the oceans scene
Why I feel I like am so different
I am more blood to the foreigner than my countryman!
why so divided?
Why build a wall when in ‘89 we got so excited to tear them down
just ask Mr. Gorbachev
America is beautiful!
Let us adore our magnificent shores!
Bring me your tired and your poor!
Let’s think back to the word of the Lord
“For you were once the foreigner”