This Land

This land is your land, and 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
And 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 rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
All around me, a voice was sounding:
[This land was made for you and me.]

There was a big 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 —
[This land was made for you and 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:
[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 hungry, I stood there wondering if
[This land was made for you and me.]