Roll away the dawn,
Roll away the dawn, and let me see,
The land of the free,
Has anything changed at all?

Sweet liberty,
Sweet liberty is in our hands,
It’s part of the plan,
Or is it a state of mind?

Horses and men,
Horses and men are on the field,
They didn’t yield,
Many have fallen here.

Never forget,
Never forget what they have done,
The time will come,
When it will change again,
Never forget!