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Medley: This Land Is Your Land / Pastures of Plenty / Land

Lila Downs
Lingua: Inglese




It's a mighty long row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a long dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we roamed
Your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold

I've worked on your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground by the light of your moon
At the edge of your cities you will see us and then
We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind

California, Arizona, I made all your crops
But it's north up to Oregon to harvest your hops
Dig the beets from the ground, pick the grapes from your vines
To set on your table your light sparkling wine

When did you come to America the free
Who are your ancestors, what is your creed
Who is the father and the son and the we
Where is the spirit that sought liberty

When did you come to America
Long, long before when the buffalo walked
When did you hands burn like coal
The thing that made this land your pride and your joy

When did you come to America
I came to help you grow to harvest your crops
I came to build your roads your cities and your thoughts
You say you don't need me, but you know what you've got

This land is your land, and my land, and your land
From California to the New York islands
This land is my land, and your land, and my land
From California to the New York islands
This land is my land, and your land, and my land
From California to the New York islands
This land is my land, and your land, and my land,
and your land too

Say you're American but what does that mean
You are the particle, the dust in the scheme
Now that you have all the things that you want
Did you ever look around and see who you forgot

When did you come to America
Garden of Eden, garden of rush
Blank hearts and comforts, the dream for what we fought
The crossroads is here now, we forget our debt too much

I really don't know who I am but I will
I know there's a purpose, there's a reason for me
to be here still
Dust is to dust, heavy memory
Even if they grind me, still dust I will be

This land is your land, and my land, and your land
From California to the New York islands
This land is your land, and my land, and your land
From California to the New York islands
This land is my land, and your land, and my land
From California to the New York islands
This land is my land, and your land, and my land,
and your land too

And it's always we ramble this river and I
All along your green valleys I'll work til I die
And this land I'll defend with my life if need be
For my pastures of plenty must always be free


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