Ellis Island is swarming,
like a scene from a costume ball.
Laid down in the corners of Europe,
There my father's own father
With the tired and hungry and scared.
Turn of the century pilgrims,
Bound by the dreams that they shared.
They were standing in line just like cattle.
Prodded and poked and shoved.
Through the sprawling tower of Babel,
came a young man confused and alone,
Determined and bound for America,
my grandfather's emigrant eyes,
I see that day reflected,
and I can't hold my feelings inside.
Then he started from nothing
and worked hard all of his life.
say Grandfather Zimmerman
while his eye s are still just as clear
as the day he sailed from a harbor,
him ashore on the island of fear.
Now my grandfather's days are numbered,
but I won't let his memory die.
For he gave me the gift of this country,
and the look in his emigrant eyes.
my grandfather's emigrant eyes,
and I can't hold my feelings in side.
As he started with nothing
and worked hard all of his life.
Don't take it for granted,
say grandfather's emigrant eyes.
As he started with nothing
and worked hard all of his life.
Don't take it for granted.