The boats are unsteady, they rattle their sails The bows scrape the seabed like cracked fingernails Foreign flags like gulls in the sky The Manhattan morning is coming to life
Together we stand On an island of foreign land Built by immigrant hands
Some came by will, others by force Shackled and shamed under immigrant laws Some leave by will, others are forced But immigrants laid down the streets of New York
Together we stand On an island of foreign land Built by immigrant hands
The trains are unsteady, they rattle their rails The sun touches rooftops like fingers on brail Taxicabs fly like bees in a hive The Manhattan morning is coming to life
Together we stand On an island of foreign land Built by immigrant handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
