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 sky’s 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

Wasn’t 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 won’t 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 father’s spirit in my eyes

I pray I won’t 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