With her sons gallant and her daughters sure,
Texas will rise.

From a line in the sand, cleft evermore,
Texas will rise.

Lifted by the prayers and tears of her people,
Texas will rise.

In spite of the pain and the fears of her people,
Texas will rise.

Deep in the Heart, where a stronger fire burns,
Texas will rise.

Waiting until rain’s redemption returns,
Texas will rise.

Having never forgotten, among shouts of “Remember!”
Texas will rise.

Among ashes and ruins and still-burning embers,
Texas will rise.

From the ashes of disaster
The yellow rose still grows.
And Texas will rise.

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