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 round 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