Our fathers bled at Valley Forge,
The snow was red with blood,
Their faith was worn at Valley Forge,
Their faith was brotherhood.

Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time?
A time to try, the soul of men,
Wasn't that a terrible time?

>Brave men who fought at Gettysburg,
now lie in soldier's graves,
but there they stemmed the rebel tide
and there their faith was saved.

Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time?
A time to try, the soul of men,
Wasn't that a terrible time?

The wars are long, the peace is frail,
the madmen come again.
There is no freedom
in a land where fear and hate prevail.

Isn't this a time, isn't this a time?
A time to try, the soul of men,
Isn't this a terrible time?