This land is your land, this land is my land, from California, to the New York Island,

from the redwood forests, to the Gulfstream waters, this land was made for you and me.

1. As I went walking that ribbon of highway, I saw above me that endless skyway,

2. I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,

3. When the sun comes shining and I was strolling, and the wheat-fields waving, and the dustclouds rolling,

1. I saw below me that golden valley, this land was made for you and me.

2. and all around me a voice was sounding, this land was made for you and me.

3. a voice was chanting and a fog was lifting, this land was made for you and me.