Sartor

I BLEED RED, WHITE AND BLUE

From the hot Sonora Desert,
where the tall saguaro grows,
to the northwest Cascade Mountains,
where the great Columbia flows.
From the lobster traps in Boston,
where the cold nor’easter blows,
To the rugged Rocky Mountains,
dressed in frozen winter snows.
I deeply love this land of plenty,
and Bud, I’m telling you.
If they ever cut me open,
I would bleed red, white and blue!

I have served beneath her banner,
In both peacetime and in war.
Fighting to preserve our freedoms,
keeping tyranny from our door.
Were I called into the battle,
I would gladly go once more.
Someday I know I’ll follow,
my old comrades gone before.
If they need some patriotism,
tap my veins before I’m through,
then stand by for a flood of love,
I bleed red, white and blue!

Whether she’s standing at the gale,
or floating on the breeze,
or snapping in the autumn wind,
it sets my heart at ease.
To see Old Glory on parade,
or through a vale of trees,
or on a solders uniform,
it never fails to please.
And, this old Veteran proudly stands,
allegiance I renew,
just ask and I’ll give all my blood,
I bleed red, white and blue.

Sartor