I’ve often thought how bold are we
To dream aloud of victory
There is a path we all must take
To learn what values are at stake
We strive to be a people free
Oft caught midst chains of tyranny.
As winds of war rage fierce and wild
A challenge to each man or child
We’re wrapt in our leftover tears
And chastened by impending fears.
There is no way to make amends
With God alone to help our friends
Beyond this sight what will we see
Still flying there, old Liberty !