[verse] This land is my land, Not just your farmland, From the fenced-in backyard To the factory wasteland, From the hedge-rowed pastures To the high-rise buildings, This land was made for me to own. ⸻ [chorus] From the mountains to the city, From the desert to the shore, Whose land is this, I wonder, Is it mine, or yours, or more? ⸻ [verse] This land was your land, Before my hand grabbed, From the ancient forest To the river’s island, With a line on paper Or a gun in hand, This land became just another claim. ⸻ [chorus] From the mountains to the city, From the desert to the shore, Whose land is this, I wonder, Is it mine, or yours, or more? ⸻ [ending] So whose land is this land, If we all are standing, Building, planting, Dreaming, demanding— This land becomes our story told, This land is ours, to have and hold.
