Land of the Free

Oh, I see your wheat fields blowin'
So free from side to side
An' I see your great big trees
A-reachin' for the sky
An' I see your golden ocean
Far as my eyes can see
An' I see your diamond sands
That shine below my feet
America, America
Land of the free from sea to shinin' sea
America, America
There's no place in this world I'd rather be

From the lights of New York City
To redwoods in the west
From sunny California
To dirty cold cement
From your long an' endless prairies
With wheat that shines like gold
Your livin' breathin' forests
With mountains tall an' old
America, America
Land of the free from sea to shinin' sea
America, America
There's no place in this world I'd rather be

From shores on Ellis Island
To the blood that runs in me
Your dreams shine through darkness
Like a lighthouse on the sea
Shinin' for the hopeless ones
An' forsaken refugees
Shinin' for the shackled ones
That are dreamin' to be free
America, America
Land of the free from sea to shinin' sea
America, America
There's no place in this world I'd rather be



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Michalko, Nick Percy
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