A feast of saints and sinners A home spun web of old beginnings, This new world holds the most collective stew For what indeed Could match this popery.
Here the immigrant is plentiful, the pagan Indian colorful, In America i`ll reconstruct my dreams. The German and the Irish flock here With hope and family, The melody of language fills the streets, Like myself, there are the French Who bring their old world common sense While the Spanish bring their fine nobility. Here the tribal garb, the manners Of the free people of colours Seems strange to me When others are enslaved.
This New Orleans, this melting pot Is overflowing with cast offs Who've been dragged or freely came across the waves. And here there's (...) in the streets as they shout out the windows
'Welcome to the new world Of the Cajun and the Creole. Welcome to the new World. (...) Europeans Shake loose your prior shackles For some good old superstition. Welcome to the new world. For a wealth at new beginnings.'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
