Immigrant Eyes (Key Bb Capo 3rd Fret) Guy Clark

Old Ellis Island was swarming,

Like a scene from a costume ball,

Decked out in the colors of Europe,

On fire with the hope of it all,

There my father's own father stood huddled

With the tired and the hungry and scared,

The turn of the century pilgrims,

Bound by the dream that they shared

They were standing in line just like cattle,

They were poked and sorted and shoved;

Some were one desk away from sweet freedom;

Some were torn from someone they loved.

Through this sprawling tower of Babel

Came a young man confused and a-lone

De-termined and bound for America;

Carrying every-thing that he owned 2 3 1 2

Chorus

Some-times when I look in my grandfather's immigrant eyes

I see that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings in-side

I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life

'Don't take it for granted' say Grandfather's immigrant eyes

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Now he rocks and he stares out the window

But his eyes are still just as clear

As the day he sailed into the harbor

To land on the island of tears

My grandfather's days they are numbered

But I won't let his memory die

For he gave me the gift of this country

And the look in his immigrant eyes 2 3 1 2

Chorus

Some-times when I look in my grandfather's immigrant eyes

I see that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings in-side

I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life

'Don't take it for granted' say Grandfather's immigrant eyes 2 3 1 2 3

Some-times when I look in my grandfather's immigrant eyes

I see that day reflected and I can't hold my feelings in-side

I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life

'Don't take it for granted' say Grandfather's immigrant eyes

'Don't take it for granted' say Grandfather's immigrant eyes