| as I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that golden valley this land was made for you and me I've been along, been a lonesome soul I traveled down your way high road and if you go, I travel on pass summer sun, pass summer sun I never knew your stories old no lonesome night so dark and cold I travel on your way high road and stories told, and stories told in fire light, not lonesome, no come starry sky, come lead me on I'm in your arms, someday you'll know and take me home, and take me home I roamed and rambled and I 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 |
| (first and fifth verses from This Land is Your Land, By Woody Guthrie) |