Guy Clark - Immigrant eyes

^GOld Ellis Island was swarming, Like a ^Cscene from a costume ^Amball, Decked ^D7out in the colors of Europe, On ^Cfire with the ^D7hope of it ^Gall, ^GThere my father's own father stood huddled With the ^Ctired and the hungry and ^Amscared, The ^D7turn of the century pilgrims, ^CBound by the ^D7dream that they ^Gshared 2 3 1 2 ^GThey were standing in line just like cattle, They were ^Cpoked and sorted and ^Amshoved; Some were ^D7one desk away from sweet freedom; Some were ^Ctorn from ^D7someone they ^Gloved. ^GThrough this sprawling tower of Babel Came a ^Cyoung man confused and a-^Amlone De-^D7termined and bound for America; ^CCarrying every-^D7thing that he ^Gowned 2 3 1 2

Some-^Ctimes when I look in my grandfather's immigrant ^Geyes I see ^D7that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings in-^Gside I see ^Cstarting with nothing and working hard all of his ^Glife 'Don't ^D7take it for granted' say ^CGrandfather's ^D7immigrant ^Geyes 2 3 1 2 3

^GNow he rocks and he stares out the window But his ^Ceyes are still just as ^Amclear As the ^D7day he sailed into the harbor To ^Cland on the island of ^Gtears ^GMy grandfather's days they are numbered But I ^Cwon't let his memory ^Amdie For he ^D7gave me the gift of this country And the ^Clook in his ^D7immigrant eyes 2 3 1 2

Some-^Ctimes when I look in my grandfather's immigrant ^Geyes I see ^D7that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings in-^Gside I see ^Cstarting with nothing and working hard all of his ^Glife 'Don't ^D7take it for granted' say ^CGrandfather's ^D7immigrant ^Geyes 2 3 1 2 3 Some-^Ctimes when I look in my grandfather's immigrant ^Geyes I see ^D7that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings in-^Gside I see ^Cstarting with nothing and working hard all of his ^Glife 'Don't ^D7take it for granted' say ^CGrandfather's ^D7immigrant ^Geyes 'Don't ^D7take it for granted' say ^CGrandfather's ^D7immigrant ^Geyes 2 3 1 2 3