My, what a lovely country,
Americans, we are blessed!
Any direction one turns,
Her great beauty takes your breath.
The tall majestic mountains
With glistening snow crowned heads,
Blue mysterious oceans
Waves of sparkling water spread.
Beautiful grassy meadows
Cool refreshing mountain springs,
The gorgeous golden sunsets,
The wild untamed rolling plains.
Kingly trees with arms reaching
To offer their treasures rare,
Gorgeous flowered decor
Of garden palaces fair.
The symphony of raindrops
Pitter pattering the ground,
Choruses of sweet song birds
Serenading where they’re found.
Musicians of small creatures
From crickets to the jar flies,
Lightening bugs wink at us
Illuminates velvet skies.
God has shed His grace on thee;
Yes, far as the eye can see.
Blessed with strength and liberty,
Thank God, you are my country!
written by Loyd Taylor
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