Dianne Reeves
The House I Live In
The house I live in, a plot of earth, a streetThe grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meetThe children in the playground, the faces that I seeAll races and religions, that's America to meThe place I work in, the worker by my sideThe little town or city where my people lived and diedThe "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling freeAnd the right to speak my mind out, that's America to meThe things I see about me, the big things and the smallThe little corner newsstand and the house a mile tallThe wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tearsThe dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty yearsThe town I live in, the street, the house, the roomThe pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloomThe church, the school, the clubhouse, the millions lights I seeBut especially the peopleThat's America to me
From Letras Mania