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MY LIBERTY

Video Description:
Dark gentle waves fill the screen as a lonely harmonica plays the beginning of The Star-Spangled Banner… “Oh say can you see.” A small glowing image appears against a breaking sunrise. Suddenly, the music explodes triumphantly, and the fast-paced visual story unfolds in sync with the song’s impassioned lyrics and music. You’re instantly flooded with a wide range of sentiments as you ‘feel the emotions’ from the courageous and hopeful historic images filling the screen. 3 minutes later, when the music video ends, you might be a little misty-eyed, elated and feeling proud. MY LIBERTY. (1986 - for the 100 year celebration)

The Statue of Liberty
Song Lyrics

MY LIBERTY also known as LIBERTY

by Alan Spooner

Look at her.

Will you look at her!

(She’s) Standing so statuesque,

picturesque.

Looking her very best.

Oh, what a lady!

That’s my lady.

 

They traveled from around the world

just to get a good look at my girl.

When they saw her

it made their hearts cry.

You could see it, you could feel it,

All that love – pouring out from their eyes.

 

For my LIBERTY . . . my sweet LIBERTY.

She’s more than a statue to me.

Love my LIBERTY . . . precious LIBERTY

She’s a symbol of the brave and the free, MY LIBERTY!

 

When they most needed a friend

she was there – all her strength to lend.

When they saw her it helped them through their pain.

Just like a mother for her children,

Wiped their fears – helped them stand proud again.

 

That’s my LIBERTY . . . my sweet LIBERTY.

She’s more than a statue to me.

Love my LIBERTY . . . precious LIBERTY.

She’s a symbol of the brave and the free, MY LIBERTY!

 

Like a beacon

she stood there for the millions through the years.

My beautiful girl so strong and so proud.

For the homeless she offered her comfort.

And it raised up their hearts when they saw MY LIBERTY!

 

“Cries she with silent lips:

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to be free,

the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 

That’s my LIBERTY . . . my sweet LIBERTY.

She’s more than a statue to me.

Love my LIBERTY . . . precious LIBERTY.

She’s a symbol of the brave and the free, MY LIBERTY!

 

Oh say can you see . . . MY LIBERTY!

Copyright  ©  1986    Alan R. Spooner    All Rights Reserved

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