And we sing:

To the poem of love and not hate,
To the people who toil and wait;
The towering mountains yonder,
And the hills and glens that don't bother

Rush and stare of city slickers,
Arrogant and trouble makers.

Let us sing:

The calm and still of the valley,
The alley, the nook, and cranny,
Avenues, highways, and byways,
Cliffs, rifts, rivers, shores and the bays.

Let us sing:

With Faith as we seize the new day,
Of people in gloom and astray,
That nation unite not divide
And only God, not men be the Guide.

And if there is breathe left for us
We sing to the future; our past.