Free Man's Land
Below the eagle’s
The Spanish trav’lers searched for gold,
Enthused by charming stories told;
But to you a greater gift I bring.
With hopes of claiming land
Some pioneers, each with a wagon,
Passed through my canyons under the sun
And kissed my lips, so blue and grand.
Since then I’ve birthed prosperity,
My children have grown strong;
Some building, buying, working long,
Their highways have replaced my trees.
I am the land of America, who
Sings of beauty where men have trod,
Who cries out “freedom”; worship God!
I am that greater gift, so noble and true.
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