Thursday, 1 December 2011

This Land Is Not Your Land

Based on the song by Woody Guthrie, this is a song for People.

This Land Is Not Your Land

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for nobody.

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 was made for nobody.

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for nobody.

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 was made for nobody.

The sun comes shining as I was strolling,
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
The fog was lifting, a voice come chanting,
This land was made for nobody.

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 was made for nobody.

As I was walkin' I saw a sign there
And that sign said, "No Tresspassin'"
But on the other side it didn't say nothin'
Now that side was 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 was made for nobody.

In the squares of the city, in the shadow of the steeple,
Near the relief office I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land was made for nobody.

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 was made for nobody.

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking that freedom highway,
Nobody living can make me turn back,
This land was made for nobody.

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
No land was made for anybody.