|
Well I rode that ribbon highway
|
I saw above me the endless sky
|
I saw below me the golden valley
|
This land was made for you and me
|
|
I've roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
|
Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
|
And all around me a voice was calling
|
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
|
|
Well the sun came shining and I was strolling
|
Through wheat fields waving and dust clouds
|
rolling
|
And a voice was sounding
|
As the fog was lifting
|
Saying 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 IS YOUR LAND
|
| Bruce Springsteen |