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
a ribbon of highway
I saw above me
an endless skyway
I saw below me
a golden valley
This land was made for you and me




I've roamed and rambled
and I've 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


The sun comes shining
as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving
and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting
a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me




As I was walkin' -
I saw a sign there
And that sign said
- no tress passin'
But on the other side
.... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side
was made for you and me!





In the squares of the city
- In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office
- I see my people
And some are grumblin'
and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.






Love Ya, ~Barbara