Pomp and Circumstance
Fri
Land of hope and glory,
mother of the free,
How shall we extol thee,
who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
shall thy bounds be set.
God, who made thee mighty,
make thee mightier yet.
God, who made thee mighty,
make thee mightier yet.
Land of hope and glory,
mother of the free,
How shall we extol thee,
who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
shall thy bounds be set.
God, who made thee mighty,
make thee mightier yet.
God, who made thee mighty,
make thee mightier yet.