Words For The "Virgin Islands March"
- All hail the Virgin Islands.
- Em'ralds of the sea,
- Where beaches bright with coral sand
- And trade winds bless our native land.
- All hail the Virgin Islands,
- Bathe in waters blue,
- We give our loyalty,
- Full to thee,
- And pledge allegiance forever true.
- To thee our Virgin Islands,
- Loving voices raise
- A song in praise of brotherhood,
- Where right makes might to fight for good.
- To thee our Virgin Islands,
- Heaven of the free,
- We sing our love to thee,
- Joyously,
- Our own fair islands of liberty.
- March on oh Virgin Islands,
- In the joyful throng,
- Uphold the right and right the wrong
- Where only peace and love belong.
- March on oh Virgin Islands,
- Democratic land.
- Together hand in hand,
- Take your stand,
- Forever soldiers in freedom's band.
- God bless our Virgin Islands,
- Humbly now we pray,
- Where all mankind can join today
- In friendly warmth of work and play.
- God bless our Virgin Islands,
- Beautiful and tall.
- Beneath a sunny sky,
- Hilltops high
- Hold out a welcome for one and all.
Read more about this topic: Virgin Islands March
Famous quotes containing the words words for, words, virgin, islands and/or march:
“And just as there are no words for the surface, that is,
No words to say what it really is, that it is not
Superficial but a visible core, then there is
No way out of the problem of pathos vs. experience.”
—John Ashbery (b. 1927)
“If the sea were ink
For the words of my Lord,
the sea would be spent before the Words of my Lord are spent.”
—Qur’An. The Cave 18:109, ed. Arthur J. Arberry (1955)
“In correct theology, the Virgin ought not to be represented in bed, for she could not suffer like ordinary women, but her palace at Chartres is not much troubled by theology, and to her, as empress-mother, the pain of child-birth was a pleasure which she wanted her people to share.”
—Henry Brooks Adams (1838–1918)
“we are so many
and many within themselves
travel to far islands but no one
asks for their story....”
—Denise Levertov (b. 1923)
“At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
He knew that he heard it,
A bird’s cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.”
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)