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!