America, America, God shed his grace on thee, and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea. Let America be America again, let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain seeking a home where he himself is free. Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed. Let it be that great strong land of love. Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme that any man be crushed by one above. O let my land be a land where liberty is crowned with no false patriotic wreath. but opportunity is real life and free equality is in the air we breathe. And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea. There’s never been equality for me nor freedom in this homeland of the free. The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today, the millions shot down when we strike, the millions who have nothing for our pay. For all the dreams we’ve dreamed, and all the songs we’ve sung and all the hopes we’ve held and all the flags we’ve hung The millions who have nothing for our pay except the dream that’s almost dead today. Oh yes, I say it plan America never was America to me and yet I swear this oath America will be. One love, one heart, Let’s get together and feel alright. One love, one heart, Let’s get together and feel alright. Oh beautiful for spacious skies, O amber waves of grain, for purple mountains majesty above the fruited plain. America, America. God shed his grace on thee. Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?