There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;

Sign was painted, it said private property;

But on the back side it didn't say nothing;

This land was made for you and me.

Well, one bright Sunday morning in the shadow of the steeple

By the relief line I saw my people

As they stood there whistlin' they stood there hungry

Don't they know that this land was made for you and me?

Happy May Day, folks.