This land was your land

This land was my land

Until we gave it away to refugees

from Somalia to the sands of Thailand

Fleeing the Black Forest, or crossing the Rio Grande waters

This land was made to give away

As I went walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway

Saw below me the golden valley

And I knew this land was stolen by white privilege

I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

All around me a foreign voice was sounding

This land wasn’t made for you and me

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling

In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling

The voices chanting for social justice uplifting

This land wasn’t made for you and me

This land was your land, this land was my land

From the California to the New York Island

From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters

This land was taken from you and me

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling

In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling

Social Justice chanting as the nations splitting

This land was given away it seems for free