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[Verse 1] "Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together" "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And walked off to look for America ...
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O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness. America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw, Confirm thy soul ...
Never looking back again. They're coming to America. Home, don't it seem so far away. Oh, we're traveling light today. In the eye of the storm. In the eye of the storm. Home, to a new and a shiny ...
America is a song written by Paul Simon in 1964 and recorded by Simon & Garfunkel for their 1968 album Bookends...This folk/pop song was released as a single...
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America - The Official Simon & Garfunkel Site. Album: Simon And Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits. Track Number: 10. Lyrics: “Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together. I’ve got some real estate here in my bag” So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies. And walked off to look for America.
50 Views. Playlists: #3. Lyrics currently unavailable… Simon & Garfunkel were an American music duo consisting of singer-songwriters Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. They formed the group Tom & Jerry in 1957 and had their first success with the minor hit "Hey, Schoolgirl".
The song's lyrics chronicle a cross-country journey from Michigan to New York City, capturing scenes of everyday life in America and expressing feelings of both patriotism and disillusionment.
America (My Country, 'Tis of Thee) By Rev. Samuel F. Smith - 1832. Commonly referred to as America. My country, 'tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty. Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side.