House I Live In, The by Frank Sinatra

Writer(s): robinson/allen


What is america to me
A name, a map, or 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
Or 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 by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died

The howdy and the handshake
The air a feeling free
And the right to speak your mind out
That's america to me

The things i see about me
The big things and the small
That little corner newsstand
Or the house a mile tall

The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
And the dream that's been a growing
For more than two hundred years

The town i live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city
Or the garden all in bloom

The church the school the clubhouse
The millions lights i see
But especially the people
- yes especially the people
That's america to me