This land is your land, this land is my land,
From Bonavista, to Vancouver Island,
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lake waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From Bonavista, to Vancouver Island,
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lake waters,
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps,
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
While all around me a voice was sounding,
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.
The sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From Bonavista to Vancouver Island,
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lakes waters,
This land was made for you and me.
