Dana Clark Music

This Land Belong to the Ones Who Belong to This Land

Begun in big Bend, Finished in New York, August 2013

Copyright Dana Clark 2013

 

The bones of their fathers rest in this desert

The dust of their mothers blows with the sand

The blood of their children flows in this river

This land belongs to the ones who belong to this land

For thousands of years they have walked these arroyos

They've clung to these canyons with their bleeding hands

Now the walls have gone up and the village is dying

But this land belongs to the ones who belong to this land

Guilty of nothing but labeled illegal

These families do what survival demands

Risking their lives for the sake of their children

This land belongs to the ones who belong to this land

My family came when this country proclaimed,

Give us your tired, your poor.”

What right do we have to close that door?

How can we say, “Not anymore?”

A guard whose own grandparents once swam this river

Takes orders that come down a chain of command

From powers that are greedy to feed on our fear

This land belongs to the ones that belong to this land

When centuries pass and this age is forgotten

The moon will still rise, the sierras still stand

This river, still winding, will no more divide us

This land belongs to the ones who belong to this land