America, America, Land of My Birth
America! America! Land of my birth
I sing to you with utmost pride in my heart
Many treasures we still must unearth
I am so saddened when we are apart.
CHORUS
How I love to sing of America, America,
My home, the country of my birth,
How I love to sing of America, America,
There’s no other place like her on earth.
The sweetest sounds in my repertoire:
America! America! Land of my birth,
Strumming along on an acoustic guitar
None surpasses her grandeur or worth.
I’d rather be here than any place on earth
Where I feel free to venture and succeed
America! America! Land of my birth,
When someone berates you, I still bleed.
I understand why immigrants come here
Seeking asylum or to find a reason for mirth,
For there’s no other place in this hemisphere
[Like] America! America! Land of my birth!
Written November 6, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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