The House I Live In

What is America to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see
A certain word, 'democracy'
What is America to me?

The house I live in
A plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
THe faces that I see
All races, all religions
That's America to me

The place I work in
The workers at my side
The little town, a city
Where my people live and die
The howdy and the handshake
The air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out
That's America to me

The things I see about me
The big things and the small
The little corner newsstand
And the house a mile tall
The wedding in the church yard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growing
For one hundred and fifty years

The town I live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of a city
Of a garden all in bloom
The church, the school, the clubhouse
The million lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me