THE  POLKA  ANTHEM

Hearts that hear the Polka beat smile.
Hands that hold their children's hands smile.
If we lose the Polka beat,
Saddness falls on little feet.
Who will hold those tiny hands, now?
If we lose the Polka beat,
Saddness falls on little feet.
Who will hold those tiny hands, now?

Where have all the Polka bands gone?
We could sing and dance until dawn.
Now, the nights are long and sad,
Nothing left of dreams we had.
Where have all the Polka bands gone?
Now, the nights are long and sad,
Nothing left of dreams we had.
Where have all the Polka bands gone?

All around the sound of decay.
People living just for today.
Will the darkness ever end?
Will our music live again?
Lord have mercy on us, we pray.
Will the darkness ever end?
Will our music live again?
Lord have mercy on us, we pray.

Then, a voice spoke into the night,
Sharper then the blade of a knife.
"Oh, my children, do not fear.
Say these words for all to hear,
'God, family, country gives us life.'"
Oh, my children, do not fear.
Say these words for all to hear,
'God, family, country gives us life.'"

"Go to all the nations, rejoice.
Tell the people they have a choice.
Keep the happy Polka beat.
Teach it to your children's feet.
Let them hear the joy in your voice.
Keep the happy Polka beat.
Teach it to your children's feet.
Let them hear the joy in your voice."

Ohhh!,
I have a happy song.
I sing it all day long.
Blue skies smile down on me.
Dark clouds don't frown on me.
I have a happy song.
Blue skies smile down on me.
Dark clouds don't frown on me.
I have a happy song.

I sing it all day long.
I sing and it makes me strong.
I'm never ever sad.
This song I've always had.
I have a happy song.
I'm never ever sad.
This song I've always had.
I have a happy song.
 

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