Текст и слова песни American Songs – Old Glory
The Story Of "Old Glory" This famous name was coined by Captain Stephen Driver, a shipmaster of Salem, Massachusetts in 1831 ...
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutions of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up and see me!
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped, I am loved, and I am feared!
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years: Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, in the Persian Gulf, and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.
I was there!
I led my soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen.
I followed them and watched over them. They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired.
But my soldiers cheered me!
And I was proud!
I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries that I have helped set free.
It does not hurt - for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my own country, and when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it hurts - for I am their own.
But I shall overcome.
For I am strong!
I have slipped the bonds of earth and from my vantagepoint on the moon,
I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hour comes when I am torn in strips to be used as bandages For healing my wounded comrades on the field of battle; when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers, my sailors, my airmen, my Marines, and my Coast Guardsmen; and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother, at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.
I am proud.
My name is "Old Glory" long may I wave, dear God, long may I wave!
Old Glory
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutions of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up and see me!
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped, I am loved, and I am feared!
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years: Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, in the Persian Gulf, and a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.
I was there!
I led my soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen.
I followed them and watched over them. They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired.
But my soldiers cheered me!
And I was proud!
I have been soiled, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of countries that I have helped set free.
It does not hurt - for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my own country, and when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it hurts - for I am their own.
But I shall overcome.
For I am strong!
I have slipped the bonds of earth and from my vantagepoint on the moon,
I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hour comes when I am torn in strips to be used as bandages For healing my wounded comrades on the field of battle; when I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers, my sailors, my airmen, my Marines, and my Coast Guardsmen; and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother, at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.
I am proud.
My name is "Old Glory" long may I wave, dear God, long may I wave!
Old Glory
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