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,