Bring me your poor, give me your weak,n'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak.nI'm out on my own in the field of life,nharvesting souls for your children and wife.nnSam is your leader,nthe eagle has flown.nHe's making mountains,nout of skin and bone.nSam is your leader,nthe eagle is here.nI'd like to hate you ..nbut I love you dear.nnA nation of nations where wisdom are pearls,nthe lip of anger is starting to curl.nThe immigrants rally, hand on their hearts,nbearing the load that's stacked on the cart.nnIn the Tinsel Town country where a cowboy is king,na fortified pheonix takes to the wing.nDefending old glory and turning invader,nLiberties torch is a hand held Grenada.n