The Golden Eyed Eagle, The Land....

Good morrow to those who doust not mourn
for the precious body of mine is shortly betrayed
calm and peace linger beside the hearth of love
sound of rejoice is nor heard or spoken
truth lies deep within the golden eye of the eagle.
To this country I will stand in province
and I will love thee with all that I know.
I to will believe in the magic of freedom
for as long as I live.
I vow to believe that one nation will live on...
To this I see all the dying of hero’s
and all the precious bodies raging with fear and memories of many battles.
The soaring of the golden eyed eagle
Looked down upon our country, the land of the FREE!