Give Us Your Tired And Weak And We Will Make Them Strong Bring Us Your
Foreign Songs And We Will Sing Along Leave Us Your Broken Dreams
We’ll Give Them Time To Mend There’s Still A Lot Of Love Living In The
Promiseland
Living In The Promiseland Our Dreams Are Made Of Steel The Prayer
Of Every Man Is To Know How Freedom Feels There Is A Winding Road
Across The Shifting Sand And Room For Everyone Living In
The Promiseland
So They Came From A Distant Isle Nameless Woman, Faitheless
Child Like A Bad Dream Until There Was No Room At All No Place To Run,
And No Place To Fall Give Us Our Daily Bread We Have No Shoes To Wear
No Place To Call Our Home Only This Cross To Bear We Are The Multitudes
Lend Us A Helping Hand Is There No Love Anymore Living In
The Promiseland
Living In The Promiseland Our Dreams Are Made Of Steel The Prayer Of
Every Man Is To Know How Freedom Feels There Is A Winding Road
Across The Shifting Sand And Room For Everyone Living In
The Promiseland
