My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died Land of the pilgrim's pride From every mountain side Let freedom ring My native country, thee Land of the noble free Thy name I love I love thy rocks and rills Thy woods and templed hills My heart with rapture fills Like that above
Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song Let mortal tongues awake Let all that breathe partake Let rocks their silence break The sound prolong
Our Father God to, Thee Author of liberty To Thee I sing My country 'tis of Thee Sweet land of liberty For all eternity Let freedom ring Let freedom ring My country 'tis, my country 'tis of Thee
