Bill deesThe sun on the rim of the view overlooking all that I loveLights up every leaf and blade, birds circling high aboveWith trembling hand I reach down and say this is my landThis land will pass on to my child, when he’s grownTo love it as much as i, for all the sons gone byAnd when he’s a man he’ll do what he canFor this, my land, this is my landWhen young men die in glory and for freedom take their standMay they sing this same proud story, this is my landLife fade away, and my body is laid to rest on the groundMay this comfort fill my soul more on the land, I knowThat those after me say with much dignityThis is my land, this is my land