8, American Hymn

American Hymn
Italy, Germany,
Africa we come

Vietnam by sea and land
into your arms we run

Refugees filled with dreams
laying our burdens down

Upon your soil, we have toiled
from town to town

America, America
God shed her grace on thee

Sisterhood, brotherhood

Someday

I do believe

From the mills of Pittsburgh Steel
to the Iron Range

Way out west to the land
of desert sage

Cowboy blues, mutton stew

California sun

To your ports, we travel north got no place now left to run

America, America

God shed her grace on thee

Sisterhood, brotherhood

Someday

I do believe

Potawatomi, Sioux, Ojibwe, too.
Hopi, Cheyenne, Navajo.
Promises unfulfilled

Still driving them out of their home

Freedom, Oh Freedom

For whom what does that mean?
Like waves out on the ocean
crossing the deep blue sea
.
America, America

God shed her grace on thee

Sisterhood, brotherhood

Today

I do believe
.
Words & Music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long Publishing 1982 renewed 2023
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