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 and i went walking that ribbon of highway and saw above me that endless skyway i saw below me the golden valley this land was made for you and me i roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts and all around me a voice was sounding this land was made for you and me there was a big high wall there that tried to stop me a sign was painted said private property but on the back side it didn t say nothing that side was made for you and me when the sun come shining then i was strolling in wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling the voice was chanting as the fog was lifting this land was made for you and me  one bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple by the relief office i saw my people as they stood hungry i stood there wondering if 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 this land was made for you and me this land was made for you and me in short every american ought to have the right to be treated as he would wish to be treated as one would wish his children to be treated but this is not the case 