I pity the poor
immigrant
Who wishes he'd stayed at home
Uses all his power to do evil
In the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
Who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like Ironsides
Whose tears are like the rain
Who eats but is not satisfied
Who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughter
And who builds his town with blood
Whose vision in the final end
Must shatter like a glass
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass
Who wishes he'd stayed at home
Uses all his power to do evil
In the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
Who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like Ironsides
Whose tears are like the rain
Who eats but is not satisfied
Who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughter
And who builds his town with blood
Whose vision in the final end
Must shatter like a glass
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass
