Our Fathers, We. We are our fathers, our fathers are we. We are the fighters, and sailors of seas. Mothers, and daughters, and sons of a dream Cause we are our fathers, our fathers are we. We are our fathers, our fathers are we Explorers, and woodsmen, and soldiers are we We are the children of worlds yet unseen We are the inheritors of all that could be. We are our fathers, our fathers are we Wandering uncharted beneath the stars of the sea Round strange suns, and upon fertile ground We are the descendants of men of the south Tennessee, Ohio, Virginia, homebound. What we have, for what they gave, we shall never give up Pouring out the wrath of our fathers from the fullness of our cups. Till sun sets low on a new world, or this rich new land which is ours Our fathers are we, (and) we are our fathers.