Tis fine to see the old world
an travel up and down.
Amoung the famous palaces,
and cities of reknown.
To admire the Kremlims castles,
and statues of the Kings.
But now I think I've had enough
of these antiquated things.
So It's home again and home again,
America for me.
I want a ship that's Westward bound,
to plow up the sea.
To the Blessed land of room enough,
beyond the ocean bar.
Where the air is full of sunshine,
and the Flag is full of Stars.
I think that Europe is wonderful,
yet something seems to lack.
Her past is to much with her,
and her people looking back.
For the glory of the present,
is to make the future free.
We love our land for what she is,
and what she is to be.
So it's home again and home again,
America for me.
I want a ship thats Westward bound,
to plow up the sea.
To the Blessed land of room enough,
beyond the ocean bar.
Where the air is full of sunshine,
and the Flag is full of stars!