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 Intro

Verse

 The island it is silent now

 But the ghosts still haunt the waves

 And the torch lights up a famished man

 Who fortune could not save

Did you work upon the railroad

 Did you rid the streets of crime

 Were your dollars from the white house

 Were they from the five and dime

 Did the old songs taunt or cheer you

 And did they still make you cry

 Did you count the months and years

 Or did your teardrops quickly dry

 Ah, No, says he 'twas not to be

 On a coffin ship I came here

 And I never even got so far

 That they could change my mind

Chorus

Thousands are still sailing

 Across the Western Ocean

 To a land of opportunity

 That some of them will never see

Fortune prevailing

Across the Western Ocean

 Their bellies full

And their spirits free

 They'll break the chains of poverty

 And they'll dance

Verse 2

In Manhattan's desert twilight

In the death of afternoon

We stepped hand in hand on Broadway

Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence

As you whistled it so sweet

And in Brendan Behan's footsteps

I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway

Giving it our best regards

Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan

Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

Then we raised a glass to J.F.K.

And a dozen more besides

When I got back to my empty room

I suppose I must have cried

Chorus 2

Thousands are sailing

Again across the ocean

Where the hand of opportunity

Draws tickets in a lottery

Postcards we're mailing

Of sky-blue skies and oceans

From rooms the daylight never sees

Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees

But we dance to the music And we dance

Chorus 3

Thousands are sailing

Across the Western Ocean

Where the hand of opportunity

Draws tickets in a lottery

Where e'er we go, we celebrate

The land that makes us refugees

From fear of Priests with empty plates

From guilt and weeping effigies

And we dance

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