Roll away the dawn,

Roll away the dawn and let me see,

The land of the free,

Has anything changed at all;



Sweet liberty,

Sweet liberty is in our hands

It's part of the plan,

Or is it a state of mind?



Horses and men,

Horses and men are on the field,

They didn't yield.

Many have fallen here;



Never forget

Never forget what they have done,

The time will come,

When it will change again.

Never forget!