Huddled Masses

There’s sunburn on our shoulders

Sweat upon our backs

No money in the coffers

they’re not gonna give her back

Eiffel’s Iron, created on stone

Skeleton frame built bone by bone

Shadow as black as the day is long

Bartholdi’s gift is like a butterfly's song

Those who come follow those of before

Spirits of mother’s, fathers, brothers and more

The beacon of change all awash by the sea

Those huddled young masses just yearn to break free

Oh Yearn to break free, Yearn to break free

Staring at the harbor

Shine that beacon light

Focus on the millions

Who’ve gleamed that guiding eye

Lady in green, unforgettable stance

A bit like medusa, looking for romance

Brought you her tired, her hungry and poor

That rye little smile saying “bring some more”

Those who come follow those of before

Spirits of mother’s, fathers, brothers and more

The beacon of change all awash by the sea

Those huddled young masses just yearn to break free

Oh Yearn to break free, Yearn to break free

Thousands of their footprints

Left dust upon your frame

Your shores are overflowing

Washed in snow and rain

Eiffel’s Iron, created on stone

Skeleton frame built bone by bone

Allowed to pass, your invisible might

Alone with your thoughts, I bid you goodnight

Those who come follow those of before

Spirits of mother’s, fathers, brothers and more

The beacon of change all awash by the sea

Those huddled young masses just yearn to break free

Yearn to break free,

On a country road, yearn to break free

On a country road, yearn to break free,

Yearn to break free,