Neil Sedaka's The Immigrant

[qtlaw]

The Immigrant
Neil Sedaka
Harbors open their doors to the young searching foreigner
Come to live in the light of the big L of liberty
Plains and open skies, bill boards would advertise
Was it anything like that when you arrived?
Dream boats carried the future to the heart of America
People were waiting in line for a place by the river
It was time when strangers were welcome here
Music would play
They tell me the days were sweet and clear
It was a sweeter tune, and there was so much room
That people could come from everywhere
Now he arrives with hopes, and his heart set on miracles
Come to marry his fortune with a hand full of promises
To find they've closed the door, they don't want him anymore
There isn't any more to go around
Turning away, he remembers he once heard a legend
That spoke of a mystical, magical land called America
It was time when strangers were welcome here
Music would play
They tell me the days were sweet and clear
It was a sweeter tune, and there was so much room
That people could come from everywhere
It was time when strangers were welcome here
Music would play
They tell me the days were sweet and clear
It was a sweeter tune, and there was so much room
That people could come from everywhere

What happened to the time "when strangers were welcome here"???

 

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[Jake_Taylor]

But what about Neil Diamond? Few people realize he's fueled creatively by his massive hatred of immigrants.

 

[qtlaw]

I know, we've crapped on all immigrants at one time or another.

 

[Vombatus]

Don't forget crapping on the indigenous population too.

 

[cjericho]

Not as good as Calendar Girl

 

[The Big Ragu]

Love, love will keep us together
Think of me, babe, whenever
Some sweet-talkin' guy comes along
Singin' his song
Don't mess around, you gotta be strong

 

[Ace]

Love, love will keep us together
Think of me, babe, whenever
Some sweet-talkin' guy comes along
Singin' his song
Don't mess around, you gotta be strong

Is Neil Sedaka responsible for that?

 

[Evil ... Thy name is Orville Redenbacher!!]

 

[The Big Ragu]

Is Neil Sedaka responsible for that?

I believe he wrote it. ... and performed it before the Captain & Tenille (sp?) got their mitts on it.

 

[qtlaw]

I believe he wrote it. ... and performed it before the Captain & Tenille (sp?) got their mitts on it.

True dat.

 

[Starman]

What is this land America
so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young
my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely
I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home
in the American land

Over there all the women wear
silk and satin to their knees
And children dear,
the sweets, I hear,
are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers
straight into your hands
When you make your home
in the American Land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk
the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows
through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking,
for any hard working man
Who will make his home
in the American Land

I docked at Ellis Island
in a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley
of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities
with our sweat and two hands
And we made our home
in the American Land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk
theres gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows
through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking,
for any hard working man
Who will make his home
in the American Land

The McNicholas, the Posalski's,
the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians,
the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water
a thousand miles from home
With nothin in their bellies
but the fire down below

They died building the railroads
worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories
Named scattered in the wind
They died to get here 100 years ago
they're still dyin now
The hands that built the country
They're always trying to keep down

There's diamonds in the sidewalk
the gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows
through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking,
for any hard working man
Who will make his home
in the American Land
Who will make his home
in the American Land
Who will make his home
in the American Land