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,
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And saw above me that endless skyway,
And saw below me the golden valley, I said:
I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
And all around me , a voice was sounding:
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
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: