Liberia, the land of the free A place as majestic as Rome. Liberia, the land I long to see, A place I call home.
A people so hospitable, With women so beautiful And girls so loving. Where the men are capable And the boys so daring Yet, a caring people.
Liberia my mother’s land, Rich in nature And in minerals. Oh, Liberia my mother’s land. A land of great future.
The land of my forefathers, Won with blood and toil. Along with sons and brothers, They worked the soil Making this land so much better.
Africa’s first republic Long a beacon of hope Then a war-ravaged republic Once again a shining light.
Liberia’s Lone Star! A lighthouse o’er every sail Flying high for all to see In places near and far; In its wake a golden trail Of democracy true and free. The Lone Star a shining star!
East and west I have been Nowhere like HOME SWEET HOME. Home to the just and free She has always been. Liberia, the land of the free!
d. othniel forte
