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)
^G God Bless A- ^D merica.
Land ^D7 that I ^G love
^G7 Stand be- ^C side her, and ^G guide her
Thru the ^G night with a ^D7 light from a- ^G bove.
From the ^D mountains, ^D7 to the ^G prairies,
To the ^D oceans, ^D7 white with ^G foam ^G7
C God bless A- ^G merica
^C My ^G home ^D sweet ^G home.
^C God bless A- ^G merica
^C My ^G home ^D sweet ^G home.