7.

THE IMMIGRANT

Music & lyrics by Brian Nelson

The harbour lights are changing into diamonds in the distance
as my homeland disappears, like it’s denying my existence
Cutting through the water, there’s no turning back for me
as I take my wife and daughter to the land across the sea.

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And the first thing that we seen was the statue of the liberty queen
We were hungry, we were poor,
when we stepped down on to the shores of the new world.
For the rumours of prosperity were abounding, so we come to see
We got nothing to lose, anyway by working
for a dollar a day in the new world.

So it’s work, work, and work again till the evening
when I take the pen to my friends,
I write to say that it’s hard, hey hey, but
I’ll be rich some day in the new world.

~
(BRIDGE)

The Immigrant by necessity
didn’t really want to leave his homeland
And in the face of adversity,
it’s so hard to make it through the quicksand.

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You know, some folks, they do okay pushing others
out of their way and I could do it too,
but it’s not my way to see my brothers
picking their pay out of the new world

So in the union, I made my stand and they jailed me
to make me understand that we were freemen
and the commies planned to bring the demon
straight into the heart of the new world

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When they released me, they might as well have deceased me
for it’s a living hell to be a jailbird, out on the streets
it was a new word
that the immigrant learned in the new world