From thy quarries where the marble White as that of Paros gleams Waiting till thy sculptor'ss chisel, Wake to life thy poet's dreams; Fear not only wealth of nature, Wealth of mind has no fee, Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee! Where the perfumed south-wind whispers, Thy magnolia groves among, Softer than a mother's kisses, Sweeter than a mother's song, Where the golden jasmine trailing, Woos the treasure-laden bee, Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
Brave and pure thy men and women, Better this than corn and wine Make us worthy, God in Heaven Of this goodly land of Thine. Hearts as open as thy doorways. Liberal hands and spirits free. Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee! Little, little can I give thee, Alabama, mother mine. But that little - hand, brain, spirit. All I have and am are thine. Take, O take, the gift and giver. Take and serve thyself with me. Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
Alabama
Written by Julia S. Tutwiler
Music Composed by Edna Gockel Gussen
Alabama, Alabama, We will aye be true to thee,
From thy Southern shores where groweth,
By the sea thy orange tree.
To thy Northern vale where floweth,
Deep and blue thy Tennessee,
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
AuburnGradAuburnMom 1 year ago
Broad thy stream whose name thou bearest; Grand thy Bigbee rolls along;
Fair thy Coosa-Tallapoosa -Bold thy Warrior, dark and strong, Goodlier than the land that Moses Climbed lone Nebo's Mount to see,
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
From thy prairies broad and fertile,
Where thy snow-white cotton shines,
To the hills where coal and iron
Hide in thy exausted mines
Strong armed miners, sturdy farmers
Loyal hearts what'er we be, Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee!
AuburnGradAuburnMom 1 year ago
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AuburnGradAuburnMom 1 year ago 2
i chose alabama as my state project :)
demilovatoluver152 2 years ago 2