My Grandpa was a scholar back in the old countryBut he fled from Lithuania in 1893 With knowledge his companion and liberty hishome He sailed up to the Lady of the HarborImagine then how beautiful that torchlight must have seemedTo a faithful Jewish immigrant caught up in freedom's dreamBut the land had room for many and he studied while he workedBy the lamplight of the Lady of the HarborGive me your tired, your poor, your hollow masses yearning to breathe freeThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send them the hopeless tempest-tossed to meI lifted my lamp beside themIn 1937, with war on every hand A band of Jewish refugees sought shelter in this landWith the Nazis close behind them, they sailed their leaky boatTowards the safety of the Lady of the HarborBut every door was closed to them, no word would take them inTill, sick at heart, they sailed back home to Germany againWhere their dreams were turned to ashes and their bodies turned to smokeThat drifted past the Lady of the HarborGive me your tired, your poor, your hollow masses yearning to breathe freeThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send them the hopeless tempest-tossed to meI lifted my lamp beside themSo if these silent lips could speak, what reasons would they sayWhy some are sheltered freely and others turned awayAnd as the terror rises out of fleeing refugeesAn answer from the Lady of the HarborAll around the borders, a nightmare comes againAs homeless, stateless refugees flee desperate towards this landSo a lamp be raised to welcome them, to turn them back once moreOnly silence from the Lady of the HarborGive me your tired, your poor, your hollow masses yearning to breathe freeThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send them the hopeless tempest-tossed to meI lifted my lamp beside themI lifted my lamp beside themThank you for watching!