Isn't this what made our nation great
Safe harbor for those found in need
A port of call for dreamers and believers
Where ones oppressed could finally live free?
Isn't this what made our country strong
The right to speak our truths unreigned
Where liberty was treasured, and compassion
And democracy our ideals?
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Isn't this what made us family
A visionary tapestry
Of every tongue and tribe raised up as one
A legacy of hope and unity?
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
My country, 'tis of thee...
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!