Lyrics:
We sailed our ship down the Hudson RiverTo the wild Atlantic we said farewellOn Staten Island when we landedThere we had our tale to tellWe're the poor, the huddled massesWe have crossed the lonely seaLeft the Old World for the New WorldLeft the old ways to be freeWe left our homes in forty-sevenTurned our backs against the windFrom our ships of creakin' timberWe bid farewell to a famished landWe're the poor, the huddled massesWe have crossed the lonely seaLeft the Old World for the New WorldLeft the old ways to be freeWith heavy hearts we left behind usMemories of better daysOld men talkin', laughin'As we danced the night awayWe're the poor, the huddled massesWe have crossed the lonely seaLeft the Old World for the New WorldLeft the old ways to be freeStill we hear their voices callingOn the wind we hear their soundFriends and loved ones, old and young onesLie beneath the fallen moundWe're the poor, the huddled massesWe have crossed the lonely seaLeft the Old World for the New WorldLeft the old ways to be freeNow those years are far behind usNow our spirits have grown strongIn this land that gave us freedomAnd the will to carry onWe're the poor, the huddled massesWe have crossed the lonely seaLeft the Old World for the New WorldLeft the old ways to be freeWe're the poor, the huddled massesWe have crossed the lonely seaLeft the Old World for the New WorldLeft the old ways to be free