Sube, Sube, Sube

Rise, Rise, Rise

Rise, rise, rise
flag of love
little heart
and shine like the sun
and sing like the sea.
Sing like the wind
wheat comb
sing like the river
sing my people.
Yes, the singing peoples
will always have a future.
Give me your hope, Native America
Give me your smile, Black America
Give me your poem, New America,
New America, New America...
Your condor will fly and the Southern wind
will blow the wings of Blue America.
All the South, like a heart, like bread,
will rise to the sky of a painless dawn...
Rise, rise, rise flag of love
little heart
and shine like the sun
and sing like the sea.
Sing for the voices
of those who dreamed
sing for the mouths
of those who cried.
Sing...
sing for the beautiful
days that have gone
sing for tomorrow
sing, good friend.
Sing...