Alabama Written by Julia S. Tutwiler Composed by Edna Gockel Gussen
Alabama, Alabama
We will aye be true to thee,
From thy Southern shores where groweth.
By the sea thy orange tree
To thy Northern vale where floweth,
Deep blue the Tennessee
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee.
Broad thy 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 Nebb's Mount to see.
Alabama, Alabama, we will aye be true to thee.
Brave and pure thy men and womeen,
Better this than corn and wine
Make us worthy, God in Heaven
Of this goodly land of Thine.
Hearts as open as thy 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, we will aye be true to thee.
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