America The Beautiful/The Times They Are A-Changin' - Spirit

O 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 beautiful for pilgrim feet

Whose stern impassioned stress

A thoroughfare of freedom beat

Across the wilderness!

America!

America!

God mend thine every flaw

Confirm thy soul in self-control

Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved

In liberating strife

Who more than self their country loved

And mercy more than life!

America!

America!

May God thy gold refine

Till all success be nobleness

And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam

Undimmed by human tears!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for halcyon skies

For amber waves of grain

For purple mountain majesties

Above the enameled plain!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

Till souls wax fair as earth and air

And music-hearted sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet

Whose stem impassioned stress

A thoroughfare for freedom beat

Across the wilderness!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

Till paths be wrought through

Wilds of thought

By pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale

Of liberating strife

When once and twice

For man’s avail

Men lavished precious life!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

Till selfish gain no longer stain

The banner of the free!

O beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam

Undimmed by human tears!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee

Till nobler men keep once again

Thy whiter jubilee!

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam

And admit that the waters around you have grown

And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin' or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon for the wheel’s still in spin

And there’s no tellin' who that it’s namin'

For the loser now will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please, heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled

This battle outside ragin'

Shake your windows and rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land

And don’t criticize what you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly agin'

Please, get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast

The slow one now will later be fast

As the present now will later be past

The order is rapidly fadin'

And the first one now will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'