Freedoms Plow
When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but ,
When a man starts to build a world,
He starts first with himself
And the faith that is in his heart-
The strength there,
The will there to build.
First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.
The eyes see there materials for building,
See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles.
The mind seeks a way to overe these obstacles.
The hand seeks tools to cut the wood,
To till the soil, and harhe power of the waters.
Then the hand seeks other hands to help,
A unity of hands to help-
Thus the dream bees not one mans dream alone,
But a unity dream.
Not my dream alone, but our dream.
Not my world alone,
But your world and my world,
Belonging to all the hands who build.
A long time ago, but not too long ago,
Ships came from across the sea
Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers,
Adventurers and booty seekers,
Free men and iured servants,
Slave men and slave masters, all new-
To a new world, America!
With billowing sails the galleons came
Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams.
In little bands together,
Heart reag out to heart,
Hand reag out to hand,
They began to build our land.
Some were free hands
Seeking a greater freedom,
Some were iured hands
Hoping to find their freedom,
Some were slave hands
Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,
But the word was there always:
Freedom.