This Land is Your Land
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 went walking that
ribbon of highway
And saw above
me that endless skyway,
And saw
below me the golden valley, I said:
This land was made for 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.
Was a high wall
there that tried to stop me
A
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
come shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust
clouds rolling;
The voice was
chanting as the fog was lifting:
[God blessed America for me.]
Flöte!
One
bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the Relief Office I saw my
people --
As they stood hungry, I
stood there wondering if
This
land was made for you and me.
Posted: Do - Februar 19, 2004 at 05:40 Uhr