O beautiful for this land of plenty
The spacious skies above
And amber grain grows though the land
We are a country with such a trove

Our purple mountains,
Yes majestic, overlook the fruited plain
Why is it hard for those outside
To see that we too, are in pain

We are not the only ones
To have Gods graces shed on us
We want a brotherhood for all of man
Across the seas, let's all discuss

A commonality of purpose
A vision for a future peaceful
Educated and enlightened
Let the hostilities cease, please