Frank Sinatra - The House I Live In Lyrics

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 and 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 of 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
The dream that's been a growing for a hundred and fifty 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, that's America to me