Where Eagles Fly the Gaints In America
Mountain tops, ice and cold the eagle flys for his or
her
young, Honey to the bee, at the top of tree, WE in
America feel that our Soldiers are our song Bird
of ocean land and sea, and may you realize that
we love the Doves of the red white and blue skys
High our Gaints in our hearts, it will be warm even
on the icly cold nights in America when one at a
time come home, to rest their head on the green
green grass of home, even on the coldest of times
on our shores Hail to thee our soldiers Hail to thee
in God we trust to see you again,
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2007
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