Modified by Skip Theberge
(With apologies to Woody Gutherie)
This
coast is your coast, this coast is my coast
From north Alaska to New England’s isles
From Alaska waters to the Florida seashore
This coast was made for you and me.
As I
was walking that ribbon of shoreline
I saw above me a soaring seagull
I saw below me the golden sand dunes
This coast was made for you and me.
This coast is your coast ....
I beach
combed and rambled and followed my footsteps
Along the sparkling sands of her diamond seashores
And all around me a voice was sounding
This coast was made for you and me
This
coast is your coast ....
The
sun came shining and I was strolling
And the sea oats waving and the swells were rolling
A voice was calling as the fog was lifting
This coast was made for you and me
This
coast is your coast ....
