Show Old Glory Speaks I America Ill I'll still wave oer o'er thee Yet drops my folds in bitter shame Why did thy th children soon forget foret I me I And cease to reverence the name Of Him who is the King of Nations I The God of this most chosen land Whose path Ss s peace and exaltation To them that choose to take His hand America Ill I'll still wave oer o'er thee In deepest mourning I am clad While in the furnace thou lead me mc meI mcI I hope to bring brinS thee safely back Thou must not think that retribution I Decreed for you without a price All broken laws crave restitution And must be made nade through sacrifice America Americal 1 Ill I'll still wave oer o'er thee For Fot glorious is thy destiny If thou in righteousness unfold me Thou shall be blessed with liberty The Prince Of Peace that wrought salvation Is King KinS and rules this chosen land I give Jive to thee His proclamation Sweet peace on earth good will to man Anton J. J T. T T Sorensen Bountiful Utah I All Rights Reserved |