House I Live In, The

Writer(s): Earl Robinson / Louis Allan

What is America to me, a name, a map, or a 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, or the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces that I see
All races and religions, that’s America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town the city, where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake, the air a feeling free
And the right to speak your mind out, that’s America to me
The things I see about me, the big things and the small
That little corner newsstand, or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard, the laughter and the tears
And the dream that’s been a growing, for more than two hundred years*
The town I live in, the street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city, or the garden all in bloom
The church the school the clubhouse, the millions lights I see
But especially the people – Yes especially the people
That’s America to me
* One version is at least 50 years older than this one. In the Columbia Years 4-CD set (disc 3), America is “The dream that’s been a-growin’ for a hundred and fifty years.”

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