Lletres: Roy Orbison. This Is My Land.

The sun on the rim of the hill
Overlooking all that I love
Lights up every leaf and blade

Birds circling high above
With trembling hand
I reach down and say
?This is my land?

This land will pass on to my child
When he's grown
To love it as much as I
For all the sons gone by

And when he's a man
He'll do what he can
For this my land
This is my land

When young men die in glory
And for freedom take their stand
May they sing this same proud story
This is my land

When life fades away
And my body is laid to rest in the ground
May this comfort fill my soul

Here on the land, I know
That those after me, say with much dignity
"This is my land, this is my land"