This Land Is Your Land, This Land Is My Land

From [the] California To The [Staten] New York Island,

From The Redwood Forest, To The Gulf Stream Waters,

[God Blessed America For Me.]

As I Went Walking That Ribbon Of Highway

And Saw Above Me That Endless Skyway,

And Saw Below Me The Golden Valley, I Said:

[God Blessed America For Me.]



I Roamed And Rambled And Followed My Footsteps

To The Sparkling Sands Of Her Diamond Deserts,

And All Around Me , A Voice Was Sounding:

[God Blessed America For Me.]



Was A High Wall There That Tried To Stop Me

A Sign Was Painted Said: Private Property,

But On The Back Side It Didn't Say Nothing --

[God Blessed America For Me.]



When The Sun Come Shining, Then I Was Strolling

In Wheat Fields Waving And Dust Clouds Rolling;

The Voice Was Chanting As The Fog Was Lifting:

[God Blessed America For Me.]



One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple

By The Relief Office I Saw My People --

As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If

[God Blessed America For Me.]