By Nancy Sue Krenrich
Across the rolling, wind-swept sea
For months we’ve sailed along,
I see a land that’s new to me
Against the blue horizon.
Oh, beautiful land of freedom born,
I’ve come across the sea
To reap your fruits and build my home,
And make my people free.
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