Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: I have roamed over mountain I've crossed over flood
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Tune: Native Land
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 031, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI have roamed over mountain, I've crossed over flood,
And I've traversed the wave rolling sand;
Tho' the fields were as green, and the moon shone as bright,
Yet is was not my own native land.
No, etc. no, no,
None so lovely as my own native land.
I have climbed o'er the Andes, and gazed from the Alps,
And beheld may pictures called "grand;"
But in rich forest shade, or on widespreading plain,
I have sighed for my own native land.
Yes, etc. no, no,
None so lovely as my own native land.
Then hail, hear Columbia, the land that we love,
Where flourishes Liberty's tree;
Tis the birthplace of freedom, our own native home,
Tis the land, tis the land of the free.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
None so lovely as my own native land.