Let the People Sing

For those who are in love, There's a song that's warm and tender, For those who are oppressed, In song you can protest, So liberate your minds, And give your soul expression, Open up your hearts, I'll sing for you this song. Let the people sing their stories and their songs, And the music of their native land, Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy, So join us hand in hand, All across this ancient land, Throughout the test of time, It was music that kept their spirits free, Those songs of yours and of mine. This land is your land, this land is my land, From the northern highlands to the western islands, From the hills of Kerry to the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me. As I went walking, by the Shannon waters. Hand in hand with, my little daughter, With the church bell ringing, And the children singing, This land was made for you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land, From the northern highlands to the western islands, From the hills of Kerry to the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me. Then I walked her home by, By the old church steeple, Proud of my country, Proud of my people, For the men who died there, And the men who died there singing, This land was made for you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land, From the northern highlands to the western islands, From the hills of Kerry to the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me...