This Land Is Your Land (Standard Version)
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 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.
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.
When the sun came shining, and
I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
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 red wood forest to the
Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and
Me.When the sun came shining, and
I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
This land was made for you and me.
This Land Is Your Land (Standard Version)LRC歌词
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 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.
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.
When the sun came shining, and
I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
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 red wood forest to the
Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and
Me.When the sun came shining, and
I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting:
This land was made for you and me.