Where the warm sun
shines with new splendor
gilding the sands,
where the air is
still clean under the soft
light of the stars,
where fire turns into love,
the river is eloquent, and the mountain, forest, 1.
today I found a place for the two of us
in this new land.
America, America, all of it a vast garden,
this is America.
When God made Eden
He thought of America.
Each new eventide, the sky begins to blaze, 2.
and I listen to the wind
that, in its song, it brings me,
like a lament, a love moan,
the perfume of a flower,
the rhythm of a drum
in the meadowlands;
dances of war and peace
of a people who, as yet,
haven't broken its chains.
America, America,
all of it a vast garden,
this is America.
When God made Eden
He thought of America.
America, America,
all of it a vast garden,
this is America.
When God made the Eden
He thought of America.
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