Old Glory lyrics

Artist  : C.w. Mccall 
Song : Old Glory



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 She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She
taught the young boy everything he needed to
know. All about the land, and the woods and the
rivers, and what had happened there even before
he was born. She taught him what was good and
what was bad. And most of all, the difference
between right and wrong.  
 
And so, every morning he stood beside his desk,
with his hand over his heart, and promised to
respect Her for the rest of his days.  
 
When times were hard, and the grain elevators
stood empty against the black Midwestern sky, She
gave him praise for a hard day's work, and hope
for his father. And She promised there would be
better days to come.  
 
And he sat by the radio and cried angry tears one
gray December day, when he hear that She'd been
betrayed. She was hurt; She needed help. He was
only twelve, but he gave Her all he could: scraps
of paper and tin cans and even the rubber tires
from his wagon. He followed Her across the sea,
on the maps and the newspaper, wishing he was
older, old enough to fight back.  
 
Then after four long, dark years, he heard the
church bells ring and the noon whistle blow long
and high. And he was part of one brief moment
when all the world paid respect to Her.  
 
And then he was grown up; and suddenly, the world
had changed. And there were questions about Her.
Some thought She was old-fashioned, useless. Some
thought She was dead. But then after all, maybe
they hadn't known Her as he had.  
 
And now everyone has grown older. The boy, his
children, and She too. He saw Her again just the
other day: it was one of those bright, summer
mornings and the church bells were ringing again.
The bands were playing, and even the noon whistle
was blowing, early.  
 
He stood and watched proudly as She passed by.
The sunlight catching the flash of crimson and
white, stars blazing in the clear blue sky.  
 
And then She was gone.  
 
And he looked down through three generations into
his grandson's eyes, and said, "There she goes,
son. We used to call her Old Glory."