With the dawning of the day
When all the old is passed away
When Freedom came of age -
I cried.
When the sorrow of our shame
Was consumed in freedom's flames
And Justice slipped its rusted chains -
I cried.
When the whisper became a roar
Hate and fear were shown the door
And freedom rang from shore to shore -
I cried.
Traded the hangin' tree
For the tree of Liberty
Thank God Almighty, we're free -
And I cried.
