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
love We still Feel lost With so much Happiness Our Short Week-end Children Play with the wind And you and i Go into the forest too The morning sun
and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest
Hiawatha stood and waited All the air was full of freshness All the earth was bright and joyous And before him through the sunshine Westward toward the neighbouring forest
Hiawatha Stood And Waited All The Air Was Full Of Freshness All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous And Before Him Through The Sunshine Westward Toward The Neighbouring Forest
the forest they once asked of me How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea I asked them right back with a tear in my eye How many dark ships in the forest
sun Like a forest is your child growing wild in the sun Doomed in his innocence in the sun Gather your children to your side in the sun Tell them what
it... I'm still dreaming, I've been getting stronger, because of this dream for centuries... My nocturnal vision I realise in your world, when the killes sun
IS YOUR LAND WRITER WOODY GUTHRIE Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest
future has been stolen away By diggers, drillers and sellers We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky He took my picture In the cemetery sun
war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun
a case of cruel to be kind And if we'd get up off our knees Why then we'd see the forest for the trees And we'd see the new sun rising Over the hills
The sun is gone away It is dark in the day No kids are laughing And none are playing No flowers have grown Since the month of May That's how it's been
starting to come His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold And his touch has got the power to stun I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest Enchanted
Conesuala, Lady tailor, Weaving deep beneath the sun, Making things for everything that run, run, Hermitized one you're my little summer maid, Orchard
look out and see a hawk in flight The forest awaits me, the keel awaits me I reel back watch the sun turn to gold Earth in the mother said white Sure
forest But here I am with head inside the bonnet I've lost just what it takes to be honest You offer infrared instead of sun You offer bubble gum You
standing and sighing in the Seattle rain I drive past the strangers and wish they could see what I see A tangle of summer birds flying in sunlight A forest