This Land Is Your Land

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood 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:
And I saw below me a golden valley:
And I said 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

There was high water, the [?] stopped me
And there was a sign said, it said "Private Property"
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing
Oooh, That side was made for you and me

When the sun came shining, when I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
And a voice was chanting: fog was lifting
Yeah, this land was made for you and me

On a bright sunny morning, In the shadow of the steeple
By the relief office I saw my people;
And they stood there hungry, and I stood there wondering
Yeah, this land made for you and me?

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
Yeah, This land was made for you and me