Across the fields and through the woods
In industry and in the hoods
From the top of the highest mountain
to the bottom of my street
From the pages in the towers
to the hungry hills of wheat
From the huddled masses yearning
before a golden door
To the homeless and the tempest-tossed
on the flooded shore
From the purple robes of prominence
to the eagle pose of dominance
the prisoners stand a-starin'
while the bugle horn's a-blarin'
Can you hear it ring?
INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE
Through the years and through the days
Through all your means and all your ways
Let the band play for you
As you rise, as you fall
In the silence of the struggle
with your back against the wall
With all the muster you can wrangle
from that star-spangled jangle
that clash, boom, drum cry
And try, and try, and try, and try