To: Patricia Trinchero who wrote (930 ) 7/27/2006 11:49:19 PM From: coug Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 3961 And Pat, We were thinking, about songs and lyrics and such and finding this.... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This Land is Your Land (by Woody Guthrie) 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. 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 you and me. 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 you and me 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 you and me As I was walkin' I saw a sign there And that sign said no trespassin' But on the other side It didn't say nothin! Now that side was made for you and me! 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's still made for you and me. 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 you and me OTHER VERSES (CANADIAN CHORUS) This land is your land, This land is my land, From Bonavista To Vancouver Island, From the Arctic Circle, To the Great Lake waters, This land was made for you and me. roamed and I rambled And I followed my footsteps To the fir-clad forests Of our mighty mountains And all around me A voice was calling, This land was made for you and me. I followed your low hills And I followed your cliff rims, Your marble canyons And sunny bright waters. As the fog was lifting, A voice was saying This land was made for you and me. When the sun comes shining And I am strolling, And the wheat fields waving And dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting A voice was calling, This land was made for you and me. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "This land was made for you and me" And all others before us... We have to remember.. m