When I'm worried and I can't sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep.
Heaven... I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
They say that falling in love is wonderful, it's wonderful, so they say.
God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with a light from above.
The world would not be in such a snarl, had Marx been Groucho instead of Karl.
God bless America, land that I love.