The sun on the rim of the hill overlooking all that I love Lights up every leaf and blade, birds circling high above With trembling hand I reach down and say "This is my land" This land will pass on to my child, when he's grown To love it as much as I, for all the sons gone by And when he's a man he'll do what he can For this my land, this is my land When young men die in glory and for freedom take their stand May they sing this same proud story, this is my land When life fades away, and my body is laid to rest in the ground May this comfort fill my soul here on the land, I know That those after me say with much dignity "This is my land, this is my land"
The sun on the rim of the hill overlooking all that I love Lights up every leaf and blade, birds circling high above With trembling hand I reach down and say "This is my land" This land will pass on to my child, when he's grown To love it as much as I, for all the sons gone by And when he's a man he'll do what he can For this my land, this is my land When young men die in glory and for freedom take their stand May they sing this same proud story, this is my land When life fades away, and my body is laid to rest in the ground May this comfort fill my soul here on the land, I know That those after me say with much dignity "This is my land, this is my land"
