Текст песни 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 pilgrim's pride From every mountain side let freedom ring! 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 Our fathers' God to thee, author of liberty, to thee we sing Long may our land be bright with freedom's holy light Protect us by thy might, Great God our King! From every mountain side let freedom ring! Ring!