Fourth of July

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside

Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;

Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.

We love thine inland seas,
Thy groves and giant trees,
Thy rolling plains;

Thy rivers' mighty sweep,
Thy mystic canyons deep,
Thy mountains wild and steep,
All thy domains.

Thy silver Eastern strands,
Thy Golden Gate that stands
Fronting the West;

Thy flowery Southland fair,

Thy North's sweet, crystal air:
O Land beyond compare,
We love thee best!

Happy Birthday, America!