The House I Live In

[Intro]
What does America mean to me?
Maybe it's the excitement of a parade with pretty floats
Instead of a depressing rumble of tanks and guns
Maybe it's thoughts of a lovely June wedding
And sounds of an organ coming from a church of my choice
Maybe it's the sight of happy children playing in a park
That's not hemmed in by an iron curtain
Or maybe it's just the wonderful feeling of freedom
To travel, or work, or live anywhere in this beautiful land of ours
I thank God America is my home
What is America to me
A home, a map, the flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to mе

[Verse 1]
The house I live in
A plot of еarth, the street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in a playground
The faces that I see
All races, all religions
That's America to me

[Verse 2]
The place I work in
The workers by my side
The little town or city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air a-feeling free
The right to speak my mind out
That's America to me

[Bridge]
The things I see about me
The big things and the small
The little corner newsstand
And the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growing
For a hundred ninety years

[Verse 3]
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 million lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me