Timrod if Alabama

Beautiful southern cotton land
State of regal scenery grand
Thy sons raise a mighty hand
Alabama!
 
From north to Mobile’s palm
With prayers of fervent psalm
In the face of danger calm
Alabama!
 
Though things may look grim
Greatest oceans we would swim
To sing victory’s triumphant hymn
Alabama!
 
II                                        
 
Our enemies we will kill
Tyrant’s blood does spill
The battlefield at last is still
Alabama!
 
A path we did not chart
Nor conflict did we start
That kept families apart
Alabama!
 
Through the haunting fears  
Love ones shed longing tears
As conflicts span the years
Alabama!
 
III                                          
 
In honor our sons have bled
Until at last their name was read
Over caskets the flag was spread
Alabama!
 
Left behind the young bride
In sorrow a mother cried
While other sob teary eyed
Alabama!
 
They did what state did ask
Charged at the bugle’s blast
No we will not forget the past
Alabama!
 
IV                                              
 
The war each man braves
His return the families craves
Only to visit our warrior’s graves
Alabama!
 
Who fought for us and our fair land
Who’s courage on a scale so grand
Now standing on the golden strand
Alabama!
 
For thee we give our sons
That they take up their guns
All stood firm and no one runs
Alabama!
 
V                                          
 
We have answered the warrior’s call  
Proclaimed throughout glory’s hall
All gave some and some gave all
Alabama!
 
Withstood they the battle fray
No matter blue or gray
If in the grave they lay
Alabama!
 
 
If learned and so smart
Why’d they tear our nation apart
Through deeds that break the heart
Alabama!
 
VI                                          
 
Names on a memorial wall
Whether deeds great or small
To whom their fate did call
Alabama!
 
Each tried to right the wrongs
To each our heart belongs
We sing praises in hymns and songs
Alabama!
 
Parade to the crowd’s applaud  
The road where triumph’s trod
We remain one nation under God
Alabama!
 
VII                                    
 
In His name we declare
And to Him our problems bear  
In our state or anywhere
Alabama!
 
We’ll pray on bended knees
In Him will find our ease
Bless our state we ask You please
Alabama!
 
Now from tradition I will not break
The rhyme for claims to make
Bless Alabama for all our sake  
Alabama!