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  1. american folk ve rock'ının temeli woody guthrie'nin 1940 tarihli şarkısı.

    1940 tarihli sözler

    this land is your land, this land is my land
    from the california to the staten new york island,
    from the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters,
    god blessed america for me.
    [this land was made for you and me.]
    as i went walking that ribbon of highway
    and saw above me that endless skyway,
    and saw below me the golden valley, i said:
    god blessed america for me.
    [this land was made for you and me.]
    i roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
    to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
    and all around me, a voice was sounding:
    god blessed america for me.
    [this land was made for you and me.]
    was a high wall there that tried to stop me
    a sign was painted said: private property,
    but on the back side it didn't say nothing —
    god blessed america for me.
    [this land was made for you and me.]
    when the sun come shining, then i was strolling
    in wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling;
    the voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:
    god blessed america for me.
    [this land was made for you and me.]
    one bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
    by the relief office i saw my people —
    as they stood hungry, i stood there wondering if
    god blessed america for me.
    [this land was made for you and me.]

    1944 tarihli sözler


    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 roamed and i rambled and i followed my footsteps
    to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
    while all around me a voice was sounding
    this land was made for you and me.
    when the sun came shining, and i was strolling
    and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
    a voice was chanting, as the fog was lifting,
    this land was made for you and me.
    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.