Writer(s): RobinsonAllen





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