This land is your land, and 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
And I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding:
"This land was made for you and me"
There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
Sign was painted; said "Private Property"
But on the back side it didn't say nothing
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting, as the fog was lifting:
"This land was made for you and me"
This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me