There's a little schoolhouse in our town.

Kids came to school from all around.

They played in the schoolyard

Until the bell would ring.

Then run for their classroom

Where they would sing.

My country tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty.

The song could be heard in the morning air.

Then they would bow in morning prayer.

Words from the Bible were softly spoken.

No harm done and no laws broken.

They pledged their allegiance standing tall.

Hand on their chest and the flag on the wall.

The schoolhouse isn't the same today.

Kids inside cannot pray.

The word of God cannot be spoken.

In fear of a law that might be broken.

Judges may say where God can stay.