Among
the famous palaces and cities or renown,
To
admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings
But
now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.
So
it’s home again, and home again, Ameica for me!
My
heart is turning home again and there I long to be,
All:
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where
the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Solo 1: Oh,
And
All: An it’s sweet to dream n
study
But
when it comes to living there is no place like home.
Solo 1: I
like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I
like the gardens of
But,
oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In
the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!
I know that
The Past is too mujch with her,
and the people looking back.
All: But the glory of the President is to make the Future free—
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.
Solo 1: Oh, it’s home again, and home again,
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling
sea,
All: To the blessed Land of Room Enough,
beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of
stars.
Solo 1:
On us the burden falls to lead the nations
Out of this frightful wilderness of steel;
On us depends the course of that which is to come hereafter
All: Whether freedom was
A stolen dream from Heaven, or is the truth
On which to found the future of mankind.
Solo 1: Brothers of all races and all Creeds
Let’s Speak:
That all the peoples of the earth may know
The embattled destination of the free—
All: Not
peace, not rest, not pleasure, but to dare to face the axiom
of
democracy:
Solo 1: Freedom is not to
limit, but to share;
And freedom here is
freedom everywhere.