The rolling plains of emerald green
Stretch out before my feet,
The sky is blue, has ever been,
And swoops to mountain peaks,
Yet all this free land and all this space
Holds entrap’d my heart,
And I stand here, await the day
That I may live my part.
The men to war are riding,
Unto the darkened sky,
And still my hope is hiding,
As the hours of the days they do pass,
And the blood in my veins longs for hope,
Yet hope is a stranger to me,
And I stand here, and await the day
That I may freedom see.