Herb Wint and Mckinley

Great moments in the world need great hearts to behold it For there are things that flashes grandeur Mere eyes can describe, majestic love can ever interpret The wonders of your feat. I bring honor From the present to crown the kings of our beginning I bring tribute from a modern nation To the great Olympians that began our famous winning. O bathe your heart in this our ovation. If men ask your story, what shall I tell them of your truth That a champion is not born but made In the furnace of the heart. That every man has in pursuit Some dream to exalt his name; paid In blood is the price of every victory, and those who see Beyond the brink of self, who connect To ancestral hunger, will rise triumphant in their jubilee, I bring you back the equivalent respect. We had no flag, nor anthem, for your great victory then, We merely an appendage to others dream But with personal dignity you chasten us to rise as men And out of nothing make mission gleam. We awakened have not slept again, watchers of justice Movers where progress makes a motion Zephyrs of morning sweet, we welcome you with bliss, O drain your cup, drink full of this ovation.