|
This land is your land This land is my land |
|
From California to the New York island; |
|
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters |
|
This land was made for you and Me. |
|
As I was walking that ribbon of highway, |
|
I saw above me that endless skyway: |
|
I saw below me that golden valley: |
|
This land was made for you and me. |
|
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps |
|
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; |
|
And all around me a voice was sounding: |
|
This land was made for you and me. |
|
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling, |
|
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, |
|
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: |
|
This land was made for you and me. |
|
As I went walking I saw a sign there |
|
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." |
|
But on the other side it didn't say nothing, |
|
That side was made for you and me. |
|
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people, |
|
By the relief office I've seen my people; |
|
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking |
|
Is this land made for you and me? |
|
Nobody living can ever stop me, |
|
As I go walking that freedom highway; |
|
Nobody living can ever make me turn back |
|
This land was made for you and me. |
