this land is your land this land is my land from california to the new york island from the red wood forest to the gulf stream water this land was made for you and me
as i was walking to the ribbon of high way i saw above me that endless skyway i saw below me a voice was chanting this land was made for you and me
(chorus) this land is your land this land is my land from california to the new york island from the red wood forest to the gulf stream water this land was made for you and me
Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stored He has loosed the fateful lightening Of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on
I have seen him in the watch-fires Of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar In the evening dews and damps I can read his righteous sentence By the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel Writ in burnish'd rows of steel As ye deal with my condemners So with you my grace shall deal Let the hero, born of woman Crush the serpent with his heel Since God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Our God is marching on
He has sounded form the trumpet That shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men Before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul To answer him be jubilant, my feet Our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Our God is marching on
ln the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea With a glory in his bosom That transfigures you and me As he died to make men holy Let us live to make men free While God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Our God is marching on
While the storm clouds gather Far across the sea Let us swear allegiance To a land that's free Let us all be great full For a land so fair Let us raise our voices In a solemn prayer
God bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night with the light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans, white with foam, God bless America, My home sweet home. God bless America, My home sweet home.
From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans, white with foam, God bless America, My home sweet home.