A name, a map, the flag I see,
A certain word, democracy.
a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher
and the people that I meet
The children in the playground,
All races, all religions,
The place I work in, the worker at my side,
where my people lived and died,
the howdy and the handshake,
the right to speak my mind out,
The words of Ole Blinken,
of Washington and Douglas,
and the task that still remains.
The little bridge at Concord,
where freedom's fight began.
Of Gettysburg, and Midway,
The town I live in, the street,
The pavement of the city,
The church, the school, the clubhouse,
But es pecially the people,
But especially the people,