Lyrics Pray for America - Old Crow Medicine Show

Pray for America

When sorrows are befallen
And shadows darken her door
When the fever spreads and a silent scourge
Outshines her golden shores
When a cry for comfort reaches forth
Like you never heard before
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God’s hand outreach
Lord have mercy on America
When the tears just keep falling
And the glory light’s gone dim
And the barren ground is full of holes
We hasten to fill in
When the firmest faith is shaken fast
By a fear that’s creeping in
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God’s hand outreach
Lord have mercy on America
Where the peaceful hour is broken
By the pounding tumult quake
And all is torn asunder
What we thought could never break
When all your saints come marching
Through hell for heaven’s sake
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God’s hand outreach
Lord have mercy on America
Pray for America
God shed your grace on thee