This Land Is Your Land
This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California
To the New York Island,
From the redwood forest
To the gulfstream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went 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.
This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California
To the New York Island,
From the redwood forest
To the gulfstream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
I 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 come shining,
Then 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 redwood forest
To the gulfstream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
In the squares of the city
By the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office
I saw my people
And some were stumbling
And some were wondering if
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 redwood forest
To the gulfstream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went rumbling that dusty highway
I saw a sign that said private property
But on the other side
It didn't say nothing
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 redwood forest
To the gulfstream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
This Land Is Your Land
This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From Bonavista
To Vancouver Island,
From the Artic Circle,
To the Great Lake waters,
This land was made for you and me.
roamed and I rambled
And I followed my footsteps
To the fir-clad forests
Of our mighty mountains
And all around me
A voice was calling,
This land was made for you and me.
I followed your low hills
And I followed your cliff rims,
Your marble canyons
And sunny bright waters.
As the fog was lifting,
A voice was saying
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun comes shining
And I am strolling,
And the wheat fields waving
And dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting
A voice was calling,
This land was made for you and me.