Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss
Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.
Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest.
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.