She's telling me tales of my mother's childhoodĪnd a chance to pass it along to those who remain Late summer morning on a front porch swing I remember them fondly as I sing this song. My parents gave all they had and then some. All of the images from this song are autobiographical to my family and perhaps to yours as well. Grandma's place was always a safe refuge. As the youngest of seven kids, I was often overwhelmed by the chaos in the house. I remember many visits to my grandmother's house as a boy. Will huddled masses have a chance to learn it's sweet refrainĪnd turn our backs against the Lady of the Harbor.
That we've all come to sing the same sweet song
Now we're locking down the borders and we're filling up the jails They cast their gaze upon the Lady of the Harbor Their earthly cares, packed in their bags They sailed from Sweden and from France, and Ireland The tempest tossed with hopeful hearts and calloused handsĪnd cast their gaze upon the Lady of the Harbor Gonna rise up over you some day, that's right, When you hide from yourself you get lost in the looking Strange, something so far from the present When the sky is so blue you get lost in the lookingĪnd I'm right back at the bottom again.
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