My Father's America - Joe Virgo

    A rose pressed in a Bible
    And a dream that he brought from the old country
    That streets were paved with gold
    In a land where men stood tall
    So my father gave America to me.

    I can see him waiting with anticipation
    On a ship that he traveled 'cross the sea
    And on a foggy night when he caught a glimpse of light
    From the torch of Lady Liberty.

    Give me your poor, your huddled masses
    Sail the land of the brave and free
    But like a rose that's been crushed in a Bible
    My father gave America to me.
    Give me your poor your huddled masses
    My father gave America to me (twice)
    In words that my father could believe (three times)

    1984 by Joe Virgo

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