This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California to the New York Island,
From the Redwood 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,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled, and I followed my
footsteps
To the sparking sands of her diamond deserts,
All around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came 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.
One bright sunny morning, in the shadow of the
steeple,
By the relief office I saw my people,
As they stood there hungry, I stood there
wondering if,
This land was made for you and me.
Was a big high wall there that tried to stop
me,
Was a great big sign that said, "Private
Property,"
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing,
That side 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.
[Additional verses by Pete Seeger:]
Maybe you've been working as hard as you're
able,
But you've just got crumbs from the rich man's
table,
And maybe you're thinking, was it truth or
fable,
That this land was made for you and me.
Woodland and grassland and river shoreline,
To everything living, even little microbes,
Fin, fur, and feather, we're all here together,
This land was made for you and me.
[And a Native American verse:]
This land is your land, but it once was my
land,
Until we sold you Manhattan Island.
You pushed our Nations to the reservations;
This land was stole by you from me
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