Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain,
for purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain.
America, America, God shed his grace on thee.
And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea.
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
© transcript Emily Beynon