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 worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived and died
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 churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years
The town I live in
The street  the house  the room
The pavement of the city
Or a garden all in bloom
The church  the school  the clubhouse
The millions lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me