When I see Ole Glory waving high,
She reminds us why heroes die.
They gave their all for liberty;
They took the place of you and me.
When I see Ole Glory waving high,
She waves proudly in the sky,
Faithfully watches over a land
Where freedom reaches out a hand.
When I see Ole Glory waving high,
She stands as a beacon in the sky;
My hand salutes, my heart does thrill
With respect and honor for her still.
When I see Ole Glory waving high,
Thinking of her still makes me cry.
May God Bless The United States of America!
© Loyd C. Taylor
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