5.2.3 This Land is Your Land g

This land is your land, The wheat fields waving This land is my land, And the dust clouds rolling From Bonavista The fog was lifting a voice come chanting To Vancouver Island, This land was made for you and me. From the Arc tic Circle, To the Great Lake waters, As I was walkin' This land was made for you and me. I saw a sign there And that sign said no tress passin' As I was walking, But on the other side That ribbon of highway, It didn't say nothin'! I saw above me Now that side was made for you and me! That endless skyway, I saw below me In the squares of the city That golden valley. In the shadow of the steeple This land was made for you and me. Near the relief office I see my people I've roamed and rambled And some are grumblin' And I've followed my footsteps And some are wonderin' To the sparkling sands of her diamond If this land's still made for you and me. deserts And all around me a voice was sounding Nobody living can ever stop me This land was made for you and me. As I go walking That freedom highway The sun comes shining Nobody living can make me turn back As I was strolling This land was made for you and me.

This is a Canadian version of the lyrics of a song written by Woody Guthrie, as performed by Canadian folk singers of the 1960s called The Travellers.