This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the (Staten) New York Island, From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters, *God blessed America for 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: God blessed America for 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: God blessed America for 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 -- God blessed America for 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. 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 God blessed America for me. *original lyrics - popularly changed to "This land was made for you and me"