There She Stands
There she stands in riches gold, but she stands away from riches old.
Return! Return! When will she return?
To the wrong she went, when to a good land was sent.
Return! Return! When will you return?
You were good and well at start, you are now bitter and tart.
May you come back to GOD, and may He correct you with His rod.
There she stands in populated streets,
but in her are old dirty sheets.
Return! Return! She must return!
In some she did trust, but in GOD it was a must.
Return! Return! She was that Princess told, but now in rust and mold.
GOD give you bless and rest,
And brings you under His wings in the nest.
Here she stands, and her name is America.
She is good from Texas to Dakota and Miami to Alaska.
Bless! Bless! May GOD bless you America!
Blessed are you USA!
May you never be swayed!
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