Whoa, oh, beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Across the fruited plains
I'm talking 'bout America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Whoa, beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self, their country loved
And mercy more than life
Still talking 'bout America, America
God mend thine every flaw
Confirm thy soul in self-control
Thy liberty in law
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
