Travelling north in search of freedom
Down dusty roads and motorways
Only the roaring diesel engine
Comforts a lonely émigré
Over cool mountains, burning deserts
Flying past forests, fields of corn
Onward we go, lost in the darkness
Travelling north from dawn to dawn
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
Tear down the walls, no detention
Unbolt the locks, no prison chains
Cut through the wires, open borders
Fling back the doors, let freedom reign
Here in the dark we dream of sunlight
And cool river banks where the small fish glide
We yearn for the scent of sweet magnolia
And garlands of stars in the Eastern sky
We come here to work, to sell our labour
We offer the skill of our hands and our brains
Farmers, doctors, students, teachers
Hoping to breath free air again
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
Millions have walked this way before us
With holes in their shoes, hope in their hearts
From the ghettos of Warsaw to Sarajevo
They ask for a chance to make a new start
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
Down dusty roads and motorways
Only the roaring diesel engine
Comforts a lonely émigré
Over cool mountains, burning deserts
Flying past forests, fields of corn
Onward we go, lost in the darkness
Travelling north from dawn to dawn
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
Tear down the walls, no detention
Unbolt the locks, no prison chains
Cut through the wires, open borders
Fling back the doors, let freedom reign
Here in the dark we dream of sunlight
And cool river banks where the small fish glide
We yearn for the scent of sweet magnolia
And garlands of stars in the Eastern sky
We come here to work, to sell our labour
We offer the skill of our hands and our brains
Farmers, doctors, students, teachers
Hoping to breath free air again
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
Millions have walked this way before us
With holes in their shoes, hope in their hearts
From the ghettos of Warsaw to Sarajevo
They ask for a chance to make a new start
We are ‘the poor and huddled masses’
Driven in exile to your shores
Leaving our families far behind us
Fleeing oppression, famine and war
envoyé par Donquijote82 - 1/2/2015 - 22:33
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