THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
(by Woody Guthrie; learned at folk singing parties in the 1960s)
This land is your land, this land is my land
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I roamed and I rambled, and I followed my footsteps
When the sun come shining, then I was strolling,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
From California to the New York island,
From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land belongs to you and me.
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land...
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
And all around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land...
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...