walk amongst the wild-berries my childrento reach the natal plumsteach the young to be wisein God's garden there are many flowers with thornseven thornsgive new lifein the sun.America, Americaa wise man once told me,"Don't waste your life being sad ...there is more happiness in love than hatethere is more joy in cheerfulness than bitternesslook up at the sky my sons, my daughters, my children,you are not the lonely ones."America, America.
