Judy Collins - Poor immigrant

I pity the poor ^Fimmigrant Who ^Gwishes he would've stayed ^Chome Who uses all his power to ^Fdo evil And in the ^Gend is always left a^Clone That ^Amman who with his ^Emfingers cheats And who ^Flies with every ^Cbreath Who passionately ^Fhates his life And ^Glikewise fears his ^Cdeath

I pity the poor ^Fimmigrant Whose ^Gstrength is spent in ^Cvain Whose heaven is like ^FIronsides Whose ^Gtears fall like ^Crain Who ^Ameats, but is not ^Emsatisfied Who ^Fhears, but does not ^Csee Who falls in love with ^Fwealth itself And ^Gturns his back on ^Cme

I pity the poor ^Fimmigrant Who ^Gtramples through the ^Cmud Who fills his mouth with ^Flaughing And who ^Gbuilds his town with ^Cblood Whose ^Amvisions in the ^Emfinal end Must ^Fshatter like the ^Cglass I pity the poor ^Fimmigrant When his ^Ggladness comes to ^Cpass