All Hands On Deck

 

(Springfield/Bissonette)

 

Wake me up red white blue reveille

Raise me from this night

Say five words that lift me from my knees

Forward to the good fight

 

Rise up all you golden slumbering

With the call to arms

Will your children wake up wondering?

How we came to harm?

Will this big star spangled skyís past victories

Shield us from the fight?

And the distant sounds of foreign enemies

Marching in the moonlight

 

From the mountains to the fertile plains

With the pulse of lightning in our veins

Hallelujah, strike the band in hopes we will survive this shipwreck

Call all hands on deck

 

No one comes to steal our families

Not here on our watch

Knowing that the dawn of liberty

Wasnít gates and locks

But with shouts of freedom call the cavalry ringing through the halls

While the purple mountains in their majesty

Steal us so we wonít fall

 

From the mountains to the fertile plains

With the pulse of lightning in our veins

Hallelujah, strike the band in hopes we will survive this shipwreck

Call all hands on deck

 

I see my fatherís spirit in my eyes

I pray I wonít run from the battle cries

Hail and thunder, danger comes with lies

Torn asunder in the bursting skies

Hallelujah, strike the band with cries we will survive this shipwreck

Sing, all hands on deck

 

 

According to US