This land is your land, this land is my land

From bonna-vista, to vancouver island

From the arctic circle to the great lake waters,

This land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me, that endless skyway.
I saw below that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the firclad forests of her mighty mountains
And all around me a voice was calling
This land was made for you and me.

As the sun came shining and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me.