America (My Country 'Tis of Thee)

My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee, I sing Land where my fathers died Land of the pilgrims' pride From every mountainside Let freedom ring My native country thee Land of the noble free Thy name I love I love thy rocks and rills Thy woods and templed hills My heart with rapture fills Like that above Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song Let mortal tongues awake Let all that breathe partake Let rocks their silence break The sound prolong