all those before my father's story
how the rich fools and criminals have sailed the sea
in search of a land maybe ideal to me
they thought to find riches there

so now I have been too long to dream
wondering the sound of home

oh so we see oh with pride we feel
oh we look to this bountiful history of ??
we stand and with nothing of those before
so draw me a sound of home

and so it was said to these our new neighbors
you must move on or we will bury you
and so it was said to these our new neighbors
you must move on or we will bury you

so well how could we justify rape
oh slicing the throats of the children we
by the pounding march to the drum and whistles blowing so brave
while mothers fathers and childrens put in their grave

yeah I will call no one to blame
yeah I will call it ??

and so it was said to these our new neighbors
you must move on or we will bury you
and so it was told in no uncertain terms
oh you must move on or we will bury you

you oh land is your land
this land is my land
from California to the New York islands
from the redwood forest
to the gulf stream waters
this land was made

yeah I will call it home

[wailing]

where are you mother
that are you dreaming of
where are you father
I know you're dreaming of
there is no war
I know you're dreaming of
where's the mother
I know you're dreaming of
where's the father
I know you're dreaming of
I know you're dreaming of
I know you're dreaming of
I know you're dreaming of
home