Capo 2
[G]Oh Ellis Island was swarming
Like a [C]scene from [Em]a cost[Am]ume ball
Decked [D]out in the colors of Europe
And on [C]fire with th[D]e hope of[G] it all
There my [G]father's own father stood huddled
With the [C]tired and [Em]hungry [Am]and scared
[D]Turn of the century pilgrims
[C]Bound by the [D]dream that they [G]shared
They were [G]standing in lines just like cattle
[C]Poked and s[Em]orted and s[Am]hoved
Some were [D]one desk away from sweet freedom
Some were t[C]orn from s[D]omeone they l[G]oved
Through this [G]sprawling tower of babel
Came a [C]young man c[Em]onfused and a[Am]lone
De[D]termined and bound for America
And [C]carryin' every[D]thing that he [G]owned
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Some[C]times when I look in my grandfathers immigrant [G]eyes
I see [D]that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings [G]inside
I see st[C]arting with nothing and working hard all of his [G]life
So d[D]on't take it for granted say [C]grandfather's [D]immigrant [G]eyes
Now he [G]rocks and he stares out the window
But his [C]eyes are [Em]still just as [Am]clear
As the [D]day he sailed through the harbor
And come [C]ashore on the [D]island of [G]tears
My [G]grandfather's days are numbered
But I [C]won't let his [Em]memory [Am]die
'Cause he [D]gave me the gift of sweet freedom
And the [C]look in his [D]Immigrant [G]Eyes
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[G]Oh Ellis Island was swarming
Like a [C]scene from [Em]a cost[Am]ume ball
Decked [D]out in the colors of Europe
And on [C]fire with th[D]e hope of[G] it all
There my [G]father's own father stood huddled
With the [C]tired and [Em]hungry [Am]and scared
[D]Turn of the century pilgrims
[C]Bound by the [D]dream that they [G]shared
They were [G]standing in lines just like cattle
[C]Poked and s[Em]orted and s[Am]hoved
Some were [D]one desk away from sweet freedom
Some were t[C]orn from s[D]omeone they l[G]oved
Through this [G]sprawling tower of babel
Came a [C]young man c[Em]onfused and a[Am]lone
De[D]termined and bound for America
And [C]carryin' every[D]thing that he [G]owned
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Some[C]times when I look in my grandfathers immigrant [G]eyes
I see [D]that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings [G]inside
I see st[C]arting with nothing and working hard all of his [G]life
So d[D]on't take it for granted say [C]grandfather's [D]immigrant [G]eyes
Now he [G]rocks and he stares out the window
But his [C]eyes are [Em]still just as [Am]clear
As the [D]day he sailed through the harbor
And come [C]ashore on the [D]island of [G]tears
My [G]grandfather's days are numbered
But I [C]won't let his [Em]memory [Am]die
'Cause he [D]gave me the gift of sweet freedom
And the [C]look in his [D]Immigrant [G]Eyes
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