(Smith/Kaye/Daugherty)
Oh glad day to celebrate 'Neath the cloudless sky
Air so sweet Water pure

Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all
Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes
Come on now Oh my land

Be a jubilee Come on girl
Come on boy Be a jubilee


Oh my land Oh my good
People don't be shy Weave the birth of harmony
With children's happy cries Hand in hand

We're dancing around In a freedom ring
Come on now Oh my land
Be a jubilee Come on girl

Come on boy Be a jubilee

We will never fade away Doves shall multiply

Yet I see hawks circling the sky Scattering our glad day
With debt and despair What good hour
Will restore our troubled air? Come on people

Gather round You know what to do
Come on people Oh my land
What be troubling Oh my land

What be troubling What be troubling
What be troubling you


We are love and the future We stand in the midst of fury and
weariness
Who dreams of joy and radiance? Who dreams of war and

sacrifice?
Our sacred realms are being squeezed Curtailing civil
liberties

Recruit the dreams that sing to thee Let freedom ring

Freedom ring Freedom ring

Jubilee Oh my land
Oh glad day Oh my land
Hear our cry Freedom ring

Oh glad day Oh my land
Jubilee Jubilee