Chorus:
This land in your land, this land is my land, |
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| 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 followed
my footsteps,
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I followed your low hills and I followed your cliff rims, Your marble canyons and sunny bright waters, This voice came calling, as the fog was lifting, This land was made for you and me. As the sun was shining and I was strolling,
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This was my oldest grandson's favorite song when
he was a Cub Scout. Any time he saw someone playing
a guitar, he would ask them to play "This Land."
Huck is now a tall young man, a Kuru Scout in Japan
but I often still picture him as a Cub Scout singing This Land.