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 up 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 Gulf Stream waters.
To the Gulf Stream waters. This land was made for you and 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. 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 Gulf Stream waters.
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun comes shining and I was strolling. And 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. 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.
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.
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.



Forest to the Gulf Stream waters, this land was made for you and me.
This land was made for you and me.