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.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley.
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 forests
to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
You and me.
I roamed and rambled
and 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.
This land is your land,
this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest
to the cold stream waters
This land was made for you and me,
you and me
When the sun comes shining,
and I was strolling,
and the wheat fields waving,
and the dust clouds rolling,
as the fog was lifting,
a voice was chanting,
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 was made for you and me.
This land was made for you and me.