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