Irving Berlin

first composed 1918, revised to present form in 1938
(spoken introduction)
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer:
(sung)
God Bless A-merica.
Land that I love
Stand be-side her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from a-bove.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless A-merica
My home sweet home.
God bless A-merica
My home sweet home.