This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York island,
From the redwood forest to the gulfstream waters;
This land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me an endless skyway,
And, down below me, a 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 island,
From the redwood forest to the gulfstream waters;
This land was made for 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.
It told me 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 gulfstream waters;
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 gulfstream waters;
They told me this land was made for you and me