This land is your land, and this land is my landnFrom California to the New York IslandnFrom the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream watersnThis land was made for you and mennAs I went walking that ribbon of highwaynAnd I saw above me that endless skywaynI saw below me that golden valleynThis land was made for you and mennI roamed and rambled and I followed my footstepsnTo the sparkling sands of her diamond desertsnAll around me a voice was sounding:nThis land was made for you and mennThere was a big high wall there that tried to stop menSign was painted; said Private PropertynBut on the back side it didn't say nothingnThis land was made for you and mennWhen the sun comes shining, then I was strollingnAnd the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rollingnA voice was chanting, as the fog was lifting:nThis land was made for you and mennThis land is your land, and this land is my landnFrom California to the New York IslandnFrom redwood forest to the Gulf Stream watersnThis land was made for you and me