ich nun wand're auf dem Pfad Und die Dunkelheit verhullt Den Mondenschein der Licht mir gab Der das inn're Toben stillt Suddently Along the mountainside Fog
(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 stream
I hear the baying of the hounds In the distance, I hear them devouring Pest ridden jackals of the earth Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests In wait
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
' 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 and the
Under the moon, black winds blow Onto the sands, warriors have died To the most Northern forest mountain Our victory is ours, under the moon's fog Gods
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
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 stream
I'm afraid of the night, helpless The forest is drenched in sinister fog My home is in the mountains, without civilisation I have no contact to the outside
in the deepest twilight, the depths of Avathar. Your odem goes down the green rivers and high up to the blue skies, to the wide open forests and mountains
