Sean Hayes - Isle of hope

On the ^Dfirst day of ^AJanuary, ^Geighteen ninety-^Dtwo, they ^Gopened Ellis ^DIsland and they ^Emlet the people t^Ahrough. And the f^Dirst to cross the t^Ahreshold, of that ^Gisle of hope and ^Dtears, was ^GAnnie Moore from ^DIreland, who was ^Emall of fifteen ^Ayears. ^A7

Isle of ^Ghope, isle of t^Aears, isle of ^Dfreedom, isle of f^Bmears, but it's ^Gnot the isle you ^Emleft beh^Aind. ^A7 That isle of ^Ghunger, isle of ^Apain, isle you'll ^Dnever see ag^Bmain, but the i^Gsle of home is ^Aalways on your ^Dmind.

In a ^Dlittle bag she ^Acarried, all her ^Gpast and hist^Dory, and her ^Gdreams for the ^Dfuture, in the ^Emland of liber^Aty. And ^Dcourage is the p^Aassport, when your ^Gold world disap^Dpears, but ^Gthere's no future ^Din the past, when you're ^Emall of fifteen ^Ayears.

When they ^Dclosed down Ellis ^AIsland, in ^G194^D3, s^Geventeen million p^Deople had come t^Emhere for sanctu^Aary. And in S^Dpringtime when I c^Aame here, and I ^Gstepped onto it’^Ds piers, I th^Gought of how it ^Dmust have hurt, when you're ^Emonly fifteen y^Aears. ^A7