FRANK SINATRA - House I Live In lyrics

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Writer(s): robinson/allen<br><br>What is america to me<br>A name, a map, or a flag I see<br>A certain word, democracy<br>What is america to me<br><br>The house I live in<br>A plot of earth, a street<br>The grocer and the butcher<br>Or the people that I meet<br><br>The children in the playground<br>The faces that I see<br>All races and religions<br>That's america to me<br><br>The place I work in<br>The worker by my side<br>The little town the city<br>Where my people lived and died<br><br>The howdy and the handshake<br>The air a feeling free<br>And the right to speak your mind out<br>That's america to me<br><br>The things I see about me<br>The big things and the small<br>That little corner newsstand<br>Or the house a mile tall<br><br>The wedding and the churchyard<br>The laughter and the tears<br>And the dream that's been a growing<br>For more than two hundred years<br><br>The town I live in<br>The street, the house, the room<br>The pavement of the city<br>Or the garden all in bloom<br><br>The church the school the clubhouse<br>The millions lights I see<br>But especially the people<br>- yes especially the people<br>That's america to me