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[Intro:] |
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What is America to me? |
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A name, a map, or a flag I see? |
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A certain word, "democracy"? |
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What is America to me? |
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The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street |
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The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet |
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The children in the playground, the faces that I see |
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All races and religions, that's America to me |
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The place I work in, the worker by my side |
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The little town or city where my people lived and died |
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The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free |
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And the right to speak my mind out, that's America to me |
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The things I see about me, the big things and the small |
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The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall |
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The wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tears |
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The dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years |
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The town I live in, the street, the house, the room |
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The pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloom |
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The church, the school, the clubhouse, the millions lights I see |
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But especially the people |
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That's America to me |
