From sea to shining sea, the vastness calls,
Where amber waves of grain roll under skies,
And mountains pierce the heavens’ golden halls,
A continent of wonder meets the eyes.

The eagle soars on wings of boundless might,
Above the canyons carved by ancient time,
Where layered stone ignites in crimson light,
And rivers sing of freedom’s endless rhyme.

She stands in harbor’s dawn, torch held on high,
The Lady green against the morning flame,
Her gaze a promise reaching to the sky,
That huddled masses find in her their name.

Carved in the rock of ages, faces grand,
Four giants watch the prairies and the plain,
Their steadfast eyes survey this storied land,
One nation under God, where hope remains.

Yet more than stone or statue, more than view—
A spirit fierce, inventive, unafraid,
That dares the impossible, makes old things new,
And builds tomorrow on the debts repaid.

When night descends, the heavens burst in fire,
Above the monuments that guard the free,
A symphony of color climbing higher,
Proclaiming still: this land of liberty!

So lift your heart to her, this shining star,
Exceptional not by decree or might alone,
But by the beating pulse of who we are—
One nation under God, forever sown.

Let every peak and river, flag and flame,
Declare anew: America endures,
A beacon bright, forever worth the name,
Whose promise lives as long as courage pours.