My land is where the kind folks are, br And where the friends are true, br Where comrades brave will travel far br Some kindly deed to do. br My land is where the smiles are bright br And where the speech is sweet, br And where men cling to what is right br Regardless of defeat. br My land is where the starry flag br Gleams brightly in the sun; br The land of rugged mountain crag, br The land where rivers run, br Where cheeks are tanned and hearts are bold br And women fair to see, br And all is not a strife for gold— br That land is home to me. br My land is where the children play, br And where the roses bloom, br And where to break the peaceful day br No flaming cannons boom. br My land's the land of honest toil, br Of laughter, dance and song, br Where harvests crown the fertile soil br And thoughtful are the strong. br My land's the land of many creeds br And tolerance for all br It is the land of 'splendid deeds br Where men are seldom small. br And though the world should bid me roam, br Its distant scenes to see, br My land would keep my heart at home br And there I'd always be.