MARCUS HUMMON
Wake up america
Like a lover, i long for thee
Like a lover, i pray you're true
To your dreams, to your dreams
Driving across america
From slavery's shores
Through reservations
To the crowded streets
With their stumbling poor
I close my eyes, and dreams some more
As a child, i was a wandering pilgrim
Far away i often dreamt of home
Now i'll give america
To my children, and their children
Walk her hills, and fish her streams
Lie in the cool grass
In her cool arms, and dream of america
CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING,INC./FLOYD'S DREAM MUSIC(BMI)