AMERICA, I LOVE YOU
(Edgar Leslie / Archie Gottler,   1915)


A mid fields of clover, 
'T was just a little over a hundred years ago 
A handful of strangers, 
they faced many dangers to make their country grow
It's now quite a nation of wond'rous population,
And free from every king, 
It's your land, it's my land, 
A great do or die land, 
And that's why I sing.

From all sorts of places, 
They welcomed all the races to settle on their shore, 
They didn't care which one, 
The poor or the rich one 
They still had room for more 
To give them protection 
By popular election, 
A set of laws they chose, 
They're your laws and my laws, 
For your cause and my cause
That's why this country rose.

America, I love you, 
You're like a sweetheart of mine,
From ocean to ocean, 
For you my devotion, is touching each bound'ry line, 
Just like a little baby 
Climbing it's mother's knee, 
America, I love you, 
And there's a hundred million other's like me.