“As the fog was lifting a voice come chanting:
This land was made for you and me.”
This is one of the more variable of the stanzas; other renditions include:
Where the wind is blowing I go a strolling
The wheat field waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog is lifting and the wind is saying:
This land is made for you and me.
The sun comes shining as I was strolling,
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
The fog was lifting as a voice come chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
This Land Is Your Land (1940; 1944)
Context: When the sun came shining as I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice come chanting:
This land was made for you and me.