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 went walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway:

And I saw below me a golden valley:

And I said 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

There was high water, the [?] stopped me

And there was a sign said, it said "Private Property"

But on the other side, it didn't say nothing

Oooh, That side was made for you and me

When the sun came shining, when I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

And a voice was chanting: fog was lifting

Yeah, this land was made for you and me

On a bright sunny morning, In the shadow of the steeple

By the relief office I saw my people;

And they stood there hungry, and I stood there wondering

Yeah, this land 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

Yeah, This land was made for you and me