Sara Goodman came to Ellis Island many years ago
She came with memories no one will ever know
She tries to forget but it's hard not to recall
When things get tough she has that picture on the wall
It's one of the many that the woman owns
Over the years now, her collection has grown
Of all her pictures, the large and the small,
She loves that picture of the Western Wall
Standing there so humble, yet standing there so tall
It's a symbol of her nation that rises when it falls
Throughout all these years of troubled history
That wall survived, just like she
Now she's living on the East Side afraid to leave her home
For an older woman, it's a jungle made of stone
The baker, the butcher, the grocery man, they say she's rarely seen
But like he rest of the neighborhood, they know her dream
She's been telling them for years now,
"Just you wait and see Jerusalem is where I'm gonna be"
But she only has that picture of the Western Wall
It's a symbol of her nation that rises when it falls
Throughout all these years of troubled history
That wall survived, just like she
An envelope slipped under her door followed by a mysterious knock
"To our dear Mrs. Goodman, this is for you" signed, "The people on your block"
She stares in disbelief at what she finds in her hand
It's the money and a ticket to her Promised Land
Standing there so humble, yet standing there so tall
Tears of joy running down her face by the Western Wall
To the crowd around her, her story isn't known
But they could feel The Wall shake when she kissed those aged stones
"Welcome home!"