Barry Franklin, Composer: Listen

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America

The sun comes up and shows the way, the workers to their factories
The farmers to the rolling hills and plains
The businessmen to spacious towers, and others to the park for hours
America begins another day

America, I feel your gentle winds a-blowin’
America, my love for you keeps growing
From the mountains to the shore, you’re mine forevermore
America

The people often disagree, but in their freedom they believe
They’ll find the answers to a better way
And never let it be forgot, throughout the years the brave who fought
to keep you, America

America, I feel your gentle winds a-blowin’
America, my love for you keeps growing
From the mountains to the shore, you’re mine forevermore
America


The sun goes down, reveals the sight of a cool and peaceful desert night
The city lights, like candles, light the sky
America, your people sleep, tomorrow they will work to keep you strong
Forever free

America I feel your gentle winds a-blowin’
America, my love for you keeps growing
From the mountains to the shore, you’re mine forevermore
America
America