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Oh Ellis Island was swarming |
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Like a scene from a costume hall |
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Decked out in the colors in |
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Europe And on fire with the hope of it all |
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There stood my father's own father stood huddled |
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With the tired and hungry and scared |
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Turn of the century pilgrims |
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Bound by the dream that they shared |
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They were standing in lines just like cattle |
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Poked and prodded and shoved |
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Some were one desk away from sweet freedom |
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Som were were torn from someone they love |
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Through this sprawling tower of babel |
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Came a young man confused and alone |
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Determined and bound for |
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America And carryin' everything that he owned |
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Chorus Sometimes when |
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I look in my grandfather's |
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Immigrant |
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Eyes I see that day refelcted and |
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I can't hold my feelings inside |
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I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life |
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So don't take it for granted say grandfather's |
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Immigrant |
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Eyes Now he rocks and stares out the window |
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But his eyes are still just as clear |
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As the day he sailed through the harbor |
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And come ashore on the island of tears |
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My grandfather's days are numbered |
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But I won' t let his memory die ' |
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Cause he gave me the gift of this country |
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And the look in his |
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Immigrant |
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Eyes |
