This land is your land,
this land is my land
From California to the New York islands,
From the Redwood Forest to
the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and rambled
and followed my footsteps
To sparkling sands of good
diamond deserts,
And all around me, a voice was singing,
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.
As I went walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me those golden valleys.
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land,
this land is my land,
from California to the New York Islands,
from the Redwood Forest to
the Gulf Stream waters,
this land was made for you and me.
The sun was shining as I was strolling,
and the wheat fields waving,
and the dust bowls rolling.
As the cloud came lifting,
a voice was saying,
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 borders,
this land was made for you and me.