Oh in excitement home that we call this we charge with an eye on the line and we go over oh proud and strong we come down on babies and mothers and leave them to die while we plant all over and call it home So weep at life and leave me pray there but still I should call it home native soil has anyone stolen land and I love it like no other And now my grandfather say open your charge you charge when the trumpet calls blow on your flute pound on your drum victory calls oh no mother or child could resist any strong beat drive on west we will plant we will grow Wait and see my heart is bleeding but still I should call it home and teach my babies my sons and my daughters to love this place and share it with no one Then we started we shouted we drunk on the bounty I will plant my wheat I will hold my land here I will protect my ones I will protect my golden I will stand up on top and scream that I own land But what if the spirit lies in this way still should I call it home and then I will tell my sons and my daughters to hold it so dear and share it with all then I will tell my sons and my daughters to hold it so dear and share it with everyone This land is your land this land is my land from California to the New York islands from the red wood forests to the gulf stream waters this land was made for you and me