Химн на Алабама
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Тази статия е за песента. За щата в САЩ вижте Алабама.
Песента Alabama е официалният химн на щата Алабама.
Текстът е написан от Джулия Тътуайлър, а музиката – от Една Гокъл-Гъсън. Песента е одобрена за химн на щата през 1931 г.
Текст
[редактиране | редактиране на кода]- Alabama, Alabama,
- We will aye be true to thee,
- From thy Southern shore where groweth,
- By the sea thine orange tree.
- To thy Northern vale where floweth
- Deep and blue thy Tennessee.
- Alabama, Alabama
- We will aye be true to thee!
- Broad the Stream whose name thou bearest;
- Grand thy Bigbee rolls along;
- Fair thy Coosa-Tallapoosa
- Bold thy Warrior, dark and strong.
- Goodlier than the land that Moses
- Climbed lone Nebo's Mount to see
- Alabama, Alabama,
- We will aye be true to thee!
- From thy prairies broad and fertile,
- Where thy snow-white cotton shines.
- To the hills where coal and iron
- Hide in thy exhaustless mines.
- Strong-armed miners--sturdy farmers:
- Loyal hearts what'er we be.
- Alabama, Alabama,
- We will aye be true to thee!
- From the quarries where the marble
- White as that of Paros gleams
- Waiting till thy sculptor's chisel,
- Wake to like thy poet's dream;
- For not only wealth of nature,
- Wealth of mind hast thou to fee.
- Alabama, Alabama,
- We will aye be true to thee!
- Where the perfumed south-wind whispers,
- Thy magnolia groves among,
- Softer than a mother's kisses
- Sweeter than a mother's song;
- Where the golden jasmine trailing,
- Woos the treasure-laden bee,
- Alabama, Alabama,
- We will aye be true to thee!
- Brave and pure thy men and women,
- Better this than corn and wine,
- Make us worthy, God in Heaven,
- Of this goodly land of Thine;
- Hearts as open as our doorways,
- Liberal hands and spirits free,
- Alabama, Alabama,
- We will aye be true to thee!
- Little, little, can I give thee,
- Alabama, mother mine;
- But that little--hand, brain, spirit,
- All I have and am are thine.
- Take, O take the gift and giver.
- Take and serve thyself with me,
- Alabama, Alabama,
- I will aye be true to thee.