(Smith/Kaye/Daugherty) Oh glad day to celebrate ‘Neath the cloudless sky Air so sweet Water pure Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee Oh my land Oh my good People don't be shy Weave the birth of harmony With children's happy cries Hand in hand We're dancing around In a freedom ring Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee We will never fade away Doves shall multiply Yet I see hawks circling the sky Scattering our glad day With debt and despair What good hour Will restore our troubled air? Come on people Gather round You know what to do Come on people Oh my land What be troubling Oh my land What be troubling What be troubling What be troubling you We are love and the future We stand in the midst of fury and weariness Who dreams of joy and radiance? Who dreams of war and sacrifice? Our sacred realms are being squeezed Curtailing civil liberties Recruit the dreams that sing to thee Let freedom ring Freedom ring Freedom ring Jubilee Oh my land Oh glad day Oh my land Hear our cry Freedom ring Oh glad day Oh my land Jubilee Jubilee