Statue of Liberty

©1976 T Milne-Wallis

1. Give me your tired, Give me your poor,

Give me your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

Give me your hungry children, Give me your old forgotten

Give me your prisoners crying for their liberty

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost, to me

I lift my lamp beside this golden door

I send my welcome out to every shore

I stand for freedom and equality

I stand for justice and for hands across the sea

But oh, the burden of today, What will become of me?

 

2. Where are the tired now? Where are the poor oppressed?

Where are the huddled masses yearning to breathe free?

Where are the crying children? Where are the old forgotten?

Where are the prisoners crying for their liberty?

The wretched refuse of this teeming shore

Why all these homeless, tempest-tost, I see?

They fled in exile from the tyrant’s yoke

Now someone else must wear the chains which they broke

I stood for freedom and equality

I stood for justice and for hands across the sea

But oh the burden of today, what has become of me?