CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Pray for America

When sorrows are befallen
And shadows darken her door
When the fever spreads and a silent scourge
Outshines her golden shores
When a cry for comfort reaches forth
Like you never heard before
Pray for America
Our promised land

America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord have mercy on America

When the tears just keep a-fallin'
And the glory light's gone dim
And the barren ground is full of holes
We hasten to fill in
When the firmest faith is shaken fast
By a fear that's creepin' in
Pray for America
Our promised land

America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord have mercy on America