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