: (Woody Guthrie) [Chorus:] This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf
: Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky. Fog invades the lands
: [Abbath / Demonaz] Black fire burns the horizon Ravens fly high in the sky A breeze lifts the fog from the ice As the winter predicts our fall The
: (Woody Guthrie) [Chorus:] This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island, From the red wood forest to the Gulf
the sky, as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords, the ancient gods command. Fading the forest the
And Waited All The Air Was Full Of Freshness All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous And Before Him Through The Sunshine Westward Toward The Neighbouring Forest
Superstar' And the sun falls down on the garden next door But two young boys are fighting, till a woman appears at the door And the fires and the fog
: Like a new day rising Like a calm before the storm Like fog lifting from valleys On the sleeping forest floor Eyes open slowly as the dust is shaken
Little girl lost in a forest of dreams It's a dark old wood and it's damp with dew Hoot owl hoots for a moment it seems Something big and cold has got
This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was
My head is in the forest And I'm thinking about you The mist is pulling lightly On the timber My thoughts are of the forest And I'm sure, I'm not in
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
and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest
Hiawatha stood and waited All the air was full of freshness All the earth was bright and joyous And before him through the sunshine Westward toward the neighbouring forest
Hiawatha Stood And Waited All The Air Was Full Of Freshness All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous And Before Him Through The Sunshine Westward Toward The Neighbouring Forest
IS YOUR LAND WRITER WOODY GUTHRIE Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest
clouds rolling As the fog was lifting a voice comes chanting This land is your land This land is my land From California To the New York island From the Redwood Forest
