Lyrics:
Writers: Robinson/AllenWhat is America to meA name, a map, or a flag I seeA certain word, democracyWhat is America to meThe house I live inA plot of earth, a streetThe grocer and the butcherOr the people that I meetThe children in the playgroundThe faces that I seeAll races and religionsThat's America to meThe place I work inThe worker by my sideThe little town the cityWhere my people lived and diedThe howdy and the handshakeThe air a feeling freeAnd the right to speak your mind outThat's America to meThe things I see about meThe big things and the smallThat little corner newsstandOr the house a mile tallThe wedding and the churchyardThe laughter and the tearsAnd the dream that's been a growingFor more than two hundred yearsThe town I live inThe street, the house, the roomThe pavement of the cityOr the garden all in bloomThe church the school the clubhouseThe millions lights I seeBut especially the people- Yes especially the peopleThat's America to me