Sigman
* The Arctic Moderator *
\"Dreaming of America\"
"DREAMING OF AMERICA"
A sudden chill runs down my spine,
As I gaze upon the sky;
Old Glory waves like a warrior's shield,
As our jets are blazing by.
I start to dream of years ago,
When men had fought and died;
I wonder how their families felt,
How long they must have cried.
That little boy who lost his dad,
Is suffering so much pain;
We have to help him understand,
He didn't die in vain.
Tears fill my eyes, roll down my cheeks,
When I think of what he gave;
We must not let this soldier down,
Our freedom, he fought to save.
Now the jets have gone, the Flag is still,
But I know I'm not alone;
I have the Lord to thank above,
That America is my home.
Author Unknown
"DREAMING OF AMERICA"
A sudden chill runs down my spine,
As I gaze upon the sky;
Old Glory waves like a warrior's shield,
As our jets are blazing by.
I start to dream of years ago,
When men had fought and died;
I wonder how their families felt,
How long they must have cried.
That little boy who lost his dad,
Is suffering so much pain;
We have to help him understand,
He didn't die in vain.
Tears fill my eyes, roll down my cheeks,
When I think of what he gave;
We must not let this soldier down,
Our freedom, he fought to save.
Now the jets have gone, the Flag is still,
But I know I'm not alone;
I have the Lord to thank above,
That America is my home.
Author Unknown