by day and they came by night
they were packed so tight
They rode on stairways and
The only thing they knew was
England and they came from
They came from up and down
Oh, of the healthy, eyes of the lame
Eyes of the wealthy, eyes of the poor
Indian who rides nevermore
Always remember and never forget
Beneath all the dirt and be
Who looked to the future and
Were the hearts and the minds,
In the eyes of the immigrant
People held their breath in
York harbors pulled into sight.
They stood on the ladders and the decks
just to see the statue of a lady they called
Some were crying from their eyes,
some were crying from their hearts.
Lookin' to the future and
dreamin' what it might be
A son or a daughter could
Island they poured like sheep
Under the land and into the street
With the hands of the children and
They brought nothin' more
than they could fit in a sack
To be carpenters, steel workers,
Play in a rag, sew shoes and
To work with their hands and
Pulling coal from the ground and
putting smoke up the stairs
Oh, eyes of the healthy, eyes of the lame
Indian who rides nevermore
Always remember and never forget
Beneath all the dirt and be
Who looked to the future and
Where the hearts and the minds,
And the eyes of an immigrant
they had a place in the sun
It wasn't what you were so much
Everybody's future wasn't
The land could be barren and
the streets could be mean
It's a fact in the suburbs and
Here you only move ahead,
there ain't no place to fall back
Eyes of the healthy, eyes of the lame
Eyes of the wealthy, eyes of the poor
Indian who rides nevermore
Always remember and never forget
Beneath all the dirt and be
And look to the future and
Where the hearts and the minds