Frank Sinatra - House I Live In, The Lyrics
Writer(s): 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