Ray wasn't singing about what he knew, 'cause Ray had been blind since he was a child. He hadn't seen many purple mountains. He hadn't seen many fruited plains. He was singing about what he believed to be.
Mr. President, we love America, not because of all of us have seen the beauty all the time.
But we believed if we kept on working, if we kept on marching, if we kept on voting, if we kept on believing, we would make America beautiful for everybody.
Happy Happy to you too!
Posted by: Account Deleted | January 01, 2007 at 11:10 AM
Thanks for the great music.
Happy New Year
Posted by: Gort | January 01, 2007 at 01:52 PM