Song Lyrics

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This is my home
It’s what I’ve always known.
This is my land
It’s wh-at I reall-y am.

This is my home
The place I call my own;
And now I rise and stand
Be-cause this is my land---

You said it was the on-ly
Thing that you could do,
But you never even asked me
What I thought of you.

You never gave me the minute
To tell you what I thought;
And now you threaten to come and
Take away the things I’ve sought---
For so-- long
Take away the things I’ve sought
For so long
Take away the things I’ve sought…

Wh—y? Oh, wh-y?
Why do you want the things that are not yours?
Wh-y? Oh wh-y?
Why must you take the things that are not yours?

Is this the freedom promised?
Is this the un-ity?
Is it all worth the trouble
To come and take from me?

Once a united nation,
Now we are torn apart
Once freedom was a man’s right
And now, it’s seems so far….
Now it seems far…..

This is my home
It’s what I’ve always known
This is my land,
It’s what I really am.

This ---is my home--
The place--- I call my own---
Why can’t I rise and stand
Because this is my land?

This is my home—
The place—I call—my own…
Why can’t I rise and stand
Because this is
Because this is
Because this is my land….

The citrus groves,
the pal-mettos,
The graceful oak and towering pine,
You will corrupt in such small time
Lest our freedom be defined---
(repeat)

You want to bring in your men of blue
To come and take all we ever knew
All because of just one thing
What we do not have…
What we can-not pay!
What we shouldn’t owe….
Why must this be our woe?
Why must this be our woe?

Must it come to this, my fellows?
Deaths far worse than those in the gallows
Must it come to this, my fellows?
Deaths far worse than those in the gallows.

My brothers ---forever--- gone
My brothers--- forever----gone
Oh surely there’s something wrong
Oh, surely there’s something wrong!
There is something wrong…

Must it come to such disaster?
Yet we thought it’d end much faster.
Must it come to such disaster?
Yet we thought it’d end much faster.
But allthewhile, it’s still with –us
Oh, all the while it’s still with us
It’s still with us…
O—h, it’s still here…
O-h, it’s still here…

When will it leave us
No longer grieve us
When will this land be healed?
When will the blood dis-apear….

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