The House I Live In

Introdução: What is America to me? A name, a map, a flag I see, A certain word, "Democracy." What is America to me? The house I live in a plot of earth, a street, The grocer and the butcher, all the people that I meet, The children in the playground, the faces that I see; All races, and religions that's America to me. The place I work in, the worker at my side The little town or city where my people lived and died The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free 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 and the churchyard, the laughter and the tears, The dream that's been a growin' for twohundred thirty 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 club house, the million lights I see, But especially the people that's America to me. Especially the people that's America to me