| Lyrics: | I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do
evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And
who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his
death.
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is
like Ironsides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but
does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.
I pity
the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And
who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the
glass.
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass. |
