Sunday, 17 January 2010

This Land is My Land? An Old Fashioned Not-Given Right Not Rightly Assumed.

This land’s not your land, this land’s not my land
From California to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land wasn’t made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
But this land wasn’t made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding,
But this land wasn’t made for you and me.

When the sun came shining and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting,
But this land wasn’t made for you and me.

This land’s not your land, this land’s not my land
From California to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land wasn’t made for you and me.

When the sun came shining and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting,
But this land wasn’t made for you and me.