God bless America again
You see all the trouble that she's in
Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes, and then
God bless America again

God, I sure do wish you'd bless America again
You know, like you did way back when it all began
You blessed her then, but we just sorta kinda took it for granted
And never did ask again
So God, just hold her hand, that's all
And if she should stumble, please don't let her fall

God bless America again
You see all the trouble that she's in
Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes, and then
God bless America again

You know, I don't understand everything
That I read and hear about what's wrong with America
And when you don't have a lotta book-learnin'
I guess there's a lotta things you don't understand
But let me say this, God, she's like a mother to me
And all I am or ever hope to be, I owe to you and to her

Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes, and then
God bless America again