Oh in excitement 

home that we call this

we charge with an eye on the line

and we go over

oh proud and strong

we come down on babies and mothers

and leave them to die

while we plant all over

and call it home



So weep at life

and leave me pray there

but still I should call it home

native soil

has anyone stolen land

and I love it like no other



And now my grandfather say

open your charge

you charge when the trumpet calls

blow on your flute 

pound on your drum

victory calls

oh no mother or child could

resist any strong beat

drive on west

we will plant we will grow



Wait and see my heart is bleeding

but still I should call it home

and teach my babies

my sons and my daughters

to love this place

and share it with no one



Then we started we shouted we drunk on the bounty

I will plant my wheat

I will hold my land here

I will protect my ones

I will protect my golden

I will stand up on top

and scream that I own land



But what if the spirit lies in this way

still should I call it home

and then I will tell

my sons and my daughters

to hold it so dear

and share it with all

then I will tell

my sons and my daughters 

to hold it so dear 

and share it with everyone



This land is your land 

this land is my land

from California to the New York islands

from the red wood forests

to the gulf stream waters

this land was made for you and me