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I See America

I SEE AMERICA
I see tall green majestic trees, and fields with warm and fertile soil 
I see strong hands grasping simple tools in sincere and honest toil
I see purple mountains majestic peaks, and rolling capping waves 
I see broad rivers flow, in valleys green, through golden sunlit haze
Oh Lord God I see America in her golden harvest days!

I see factories with spinning wheels and thundering broad cascades
I see tractors pulling mighty plows through clouds of dust they raise
I see white domed spires reaching high,
And the dusty black round coal miners eye 
Oh God thank you for America, holding work and honor high!

I see children standing straight and tall, saluting grand old flag
I see men in arms, they gave it all, with not a one to brag
I see steam fitter, mechanic, electrician, farmer and engineer 
And when you raise a flag amongst them, they all shed a tear
For the flag that they all love, and the friends they held so dear
Oh God I see America, standing righteous without fear!

I see many hands upon a shovel, many colors to the hands 
I see America bend her back, to work and till her lands
I see the fish bite in the brook, on hot midsummers day 
I see the children run and leap, and shout and jump and play 
I see her people kneel in church, and then I hear them pray 
Oh God we thank you for these blessings, of each and every day!

But,  Oh Lord God what is it, that I see this cold new day, 
I can’t believe we’d give this up , and simply walk away
From our nation as she once was, before we turned astray,
And lifted up the human mind to rule and lead our way!

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