We watch the flag as it passes by The brave, bright red that will never fade The blue; the vastness of God's own sky, The chance to do, and the chance to be All these are the flag of our dear land,
A flash of color against the sky;
Its fifty stars are a dazzling white
As those few that shone by the dawn's first light.
By the blood of men's sacrifice was made.
The white, for our nation's purity
Can be kept from stain by you and me.
His promise that freedom shall never die.
The mighty cities; the farmlands fair;
The many churches for praise and prayer;
In a land our forefathers fought to free.
The hope that the world is looking for,
In out will for peace but our strength for war
A symbol we cherish and understand.
And we bare our heads and our hearts beat high
As our flag, "Old Glory" is passing by.