A Singing Summary
and Graduating Song

This place is your place, this space is our space,
From Bryn Mawr's campus, to Google-Earth-land,
Between realia and the cosmic,
This space was made for all of us.

None of us can know it all, and
We can all learn from one another.
Share the map, friends, then make a new one,
Help each other find the way.

When we went in to outer space land,
And saw above us the endless skyway,
Space itself was expanding,
We "got out" where 'twas virtual.

This place is your place, this space is our space,
From Bryn Mawr's campus, to Google-Earth-land,
Between realia and the cosmic,
This space was made for all of us.

There is boiler plate. And working engine.
The 'net expanding, the un'verse growing.
Inner-outer space, both keep moving.
These are serious palimpsests.

This can get ugly. These things have legs.
"Like asking questions of an old guy."
You have to know just who you are
To make your way through all this space.

This place is your place, this space is our space,
From Bryn Mawr's campus, to Google-Earth-land,
Between realia and the cosmic,
This space was made for all of us.

"Where were we then, on this map then?
The planet Nearer? The planet Farther?
The landscape 'round us, the raindrop roll play,
"Looping" back and looping forth.

There was an "old group." There was a young group.
There were those who taught most everything. 
Everyone learned how to be wrong,
Revising as we went along.

This place is your place, this space is our space,
From Bryn Mawr's campus, to Google-Earth-land,
Between realia and the cosmic,
This space was made for all of us.

All the teachers are student-teachers.
All the children can learn something.
Every map is a projection.
Pick the one that suits your po-li-tics.

What a difference, we learned that scale makes.
And how to find a use for junk.
We're each the owner of a brain, man,
Take  information, do the best we can.

This place is your place, this space is our space,
From Bryn Mawr's campus, to Google-Earth-land,
Between realia and the cosmic,
This space was made for all of us.
This space was made for all of us.

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Original
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND 
words and music by Woody Guthrie, 1956 

Chorus:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me				Chorus

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
									Chorus

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
									Chorus

As I was walkin'  -  I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side  .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
									Chorus

In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
									Chorus (2x)