Age After Age

On the edge of the river, the mighty Mississippi
 Two boys spent their summers on the banks by the levy
 When the waters broke and burst the dam
 They were swallowed in a wave of sand
 They pulled the younger one out by the hand
 Standing on his brother's shoulders
 One nation under God, young and proud, she stumbled
 With a trail of tears left by those who were outnumbered
 She said, "This land is your land, this land is mine, unless you are an Indian"
 But a higher ground we have tried to find
 Standing on their shoulders
 And age after age
 Heroes and soldiers
 It gives me sight and makes me brave
 Standing on their shoulders
 One man in the shadow of the whitewashed cathedrals
 He tried to pull the system through the eye of the needle
 And to his conscience bound
 He would not recant for the freedom of the saints
 And truth is truth, is truth
 And we are standing on his shoulders
 And age after age
 Heroes and soldiers
 It gives me sight and makes me brave
 Standing on their shoulders
 Now to the ones left behind, who are picking up the pieces
 Of planes, bombs, and buildings, of innocence and evil
 'Cause when the news and noise, and flowers die
 And you still wake up alone
 There is a God who knows every tear you cry
 And this world is on his shoulders
 And age after age
 All the heroes and soldiers
 It gives me sight and makes me brave
 Standing on their shoulders
 Standing on their shoulders
 Standing on their shoulders