Oh well my father he once told me
of those who before him had sailed the sea
in search of a new land, a new country
and upon my home these men won't find me

Say I will lay my hands here
say I would call it home

Oh and then they find that I'm here
there was mothers fathers and children already here

Would well I will lay no one tell away
well I would call it home

And so it was said to this our new neighbors
"you must move on or we will bury you"
And so it was said to this our new neighbors
"you must move on or we will bury you"

Oh and so they must live across this land
through the coldest of winters and driest of sand
and lay down the old and lay down the young there
to die every march to the endless fading light

Oh and yeah I will hear you believe me here
at the end I will call it home
I say, say

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 and we will, yeah"

This 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 and yeah I will call it home