Letras
Ooh, ooh
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From every mountainside, let freedom ring
Ooh, ooh, ooh
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 fathers' God to thee
Author of liberty to thee we sing
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light
Protect us by thy might, great God, our King
My country, 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh