Alabama is the state song of Alabama

Alabama

Alabama is a state located in the southeastern region of the United States. It is bordered by Tennessee to the north, Georgia to the east, Florida and the Gulf of Mexico to the south, and Mississippi to the west. Alabama ranks 30th in total land area and ranks second in the size of its inland...

. It was written by Julia Tutwiler

Julia Tutwiler

Julia Strudwick Tutwiler was an advocate for education and prison reform in Alabama. Graduating in the first class of Vassar College, she served as co-principal of the Livingston Female Academy, and then the first woman president of Livingston Normal College .-Early life and education:Tutwiler...

and composed by Edna Gockel-Gussen and adopted in 1931. The last verse is traditionally sung slower and softer, but that is not always the case.

The Alabama state song is sung at the Alabama All-State festival each year by students grade 7 to grade 12.

Lyrics

Alabama, Alabama,

We will aye be true to thee,

From thy Southern shore where groweth,

By the sea thine orange tree.

To thy Northern vale where floweth

Deep and blue thy Tennessee.

Alabama, Alabama

We will aye be true to thee!

Broad the Stream whose name thou bearest;

Grand thy Bigbee rolls along;

Fair thy Coosa-Tallapoosa

Bold thy Warrior, dark and strong.

Goodlier than the land that Moses

Climbed lone Nebo's Mount to see

Alabama, Alabama,

We will aye be true to thee!

From thy prairies broad and fertile,

Where thy snow-white cotton shines.

To the hills where coal and iron

Hide in thy exhaustless mines.

Strong-armed miners--sturdy farmers:

Loyal hearts what'er we be.

Alabama, Alabama,

We will aye be true to thee!

From the quarries where the marble

White as that of Paros gleams

Waiting till thy sculptor's chisel,

Wake to like thy poet's dream;

For not only wealth of nature,

Wealth of mind hast thou to fee.

Alabama, Alabama,

We will aye be true to thee!

Where the perfumed south-wind whispers,

Thy magnolia groves among,

Softer than a mother's kisses

Sweeter than a mother's song;

Where the golden jasmine trailing,

Woos the treasure-laden bee,

Alabama, Alabama,

We will aye be true to thee!

Brave and pure thy men and women,

Better this than corn and wine,

Make us worthy, God in Heaven,

Of this goodly land of Thine;

Hearts as open as our doorways,

Liberal hands and spirits free,

Alabama, Alabama,

We will aye be true to thee!

Little, little, can I give thee,

Alabama, mother mine;

But that little--hand, brain, spirit,

All I have and am are thine.

Take, O take the gift and giver.

Take and serve thyself with me,

Alabama, Alabama,

I will aye be true to thee.