America, I love thee.

I love thy hills and planes;

Your deserts filled with cactus,

And fields of golden grain.

I love your rolling mountains,

And rippling meadow streams.

I love your springtime countryside,

With its multicolored scenes.

I love the tone and vibrations

Of your precious freedom’s bell.

Like the Statue of Liberty,

It has a tale to tell.

America is my country,

It is where I choose to be.

She stands above the nations

In quiet serenity.