This Land is Your Land

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,

A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:

This land was made for you and me.

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

When the sun came shining, and

I was strolling,

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,

A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:

This land was made for you and me.