(Smith/Kaye/Daugherty)



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 around 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