Across the fields and through the woods In industry and in the hoods From the top of the highest mountain To the bottom of my street From the pages in the towers To the hungry hills of wheat From the huddled masses yearning Before a golden door To the homeless and the tempest-tossed On the flooded shore From the purple robes of prominence To the eagle pose of dominance The prisoners stand a-starin' While the bugle horn's a-blarin' Can you hear it ring? INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE Through the years and through the days Through all your means and all your ways Let the band play for you As you rise, as you fall In the silence of the struggle With your back against the wall With all the muster you can wrangle From that star-spangled jangle That clash, boom, drum cry And try, and try, and try, and try