Besedila: David Crosby. Lady of the Harbor.

Our lady of the harbor
Lady of the light
An immigrant like all
Who came before

She says, "Give me your homeless
Your landless, and your poor
Come see, what we believe
Behind this open door"

That all are created equal
And given half a chance
They can work out all their differences
Their distance in the dance

How many eyes
Through how many tears
Saw the Promised Land
When they saw you for how many years?

This country's got so big
We hardly know one another
It's hard to think someone you don't know
Could really be your brother

But wasn't that the idea
When we started out
In school that's what they said
The constitution was about

And many good men died
Maybe more next week
So, we could have the freedom
To believe and think and speak

And anyway sweet lady
I just wanted you to know
There's a lot of us out here
Who like to see your torch's glow

Wasn't that the idea
When we started out?
In school that's what they said
The constitution was about
Lady of the harbor