[MARY]
Where I live is God's own country
Though it's dirtier and poorer than he planned
Broken windows, broken lives
Jobless husbands, weeping wives
It may not look like God's own country
But God is love, and I know he loves this land
Though it's ragged and it's worn
It's the place where I was born
The beauty lies within in God's own country
It sleeps beneath the soil and 'neath the sand
It's our fathers and mothers
Our heroes and martyrs
For God's in the people
And people are the land
Each new generation
Will rebuild the nation
That's how it's been
Since our history began
[PROTESTANT GIRL]
In the darkness of the night
I hear it singing
The whispering of the wind and rain, it's song
Where I live is God's own country
Though it's dirtier and poorer than he planned
Broken windows, broken lives
Jobless husbands, weeping wives
It may not look like God's own country
But God is love, and I know he loves this land
Though it's ragged and it's worn
It's the place where I was born
The beauty lies within in God's own country
It sleeps beneath the soil and 'neath the sand
It's our fathers and mothers
Our heroes and martyrs
For God's in the people
And people are the land
Each new generation
Will rebuild the nation
That's how it's been
Since our history began
[PROTESTANT GIRL]
In the darkness of the night
I hear it singing
The whispering of the wind and rain, it's song
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