Beneath the olive's sacred shade, A fire was born, the flame was laid, Ancient voices called, unafraid, In the heart of Greece, where legends stayed. In the cradle of the earth, they gathered 'round, Where strength and spirit knew no bound, The world watched as heroes were crowned, In the sacred games where glory's found. From the mountains high to oceans deep, The Olympic dream we forever keep, Through the years and ages, the torch does sweep, Uniting hearts with every leap. A thousand suns have seen this light, Passed from hand to hand in flight, From Athens' dawn to Paris's night, A symbol of peace, shining bright. From the mountains high to oceans deep, The Olympic dream we forever keep, Through the years and ages, the torch does sweep, Uniting hearts with every leap. Through war and peace, through joy and pain, The rings of hope remain, In every triumph, in every gain, The Olympic spirit we sustain. From the mountains high to oceans deep, The Olympic dream we forever keep, Through the years and ages, the torch does sweep, Uniting hearts with every leap. And so the flame will ever burn, In every heart, the fire will churn, For the world in unity, we yearn, In the Olympic World, we all return.
