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 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.
The sun came shining
As I was strolling,
The wheat fields waving,
And the dust clouds rolling;
As the fog was lifting,
A voice was chanting,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walkin'
I saw a sign there,
And that sign said
'No Trespassin';
But on the other side,
It didn't say nothin,
That side was made for you and me.
In the squares of the city,
In the shadow of a steeple,
By the relief office,
I'd seen my people;
As they stood there hungry,
I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me.
Nobody living
Can ever stop me,
As I go walking
That freedom highway;
Nobody living
Can make me turn back,
This land was made for you and me.
