Sing it Again

Sing me a song of a bright peerless dawn

Under crystalline cloudless skies,

Where the air breathes clean

Over mountain and stream

And the golden eagle flies.

 

Sing me a song of the land that I love

In a gentle lullaby,

Where I can live free

In sublime liberty

As the years roll quietly by.

 

Sing me a song of a patriot’s dream

And his fearless battle cry,

With his ungrudging guile,

His will and his wile

And the fire in his eye.

 

Sing me a song about freedom’s hope

With the soothing strains of violin.

Sing softly and sweet

And when it’s complete,

If you don’t mind, please,

Sing it again.