Jeff And Maya Bohnhoff - Mother of Exiles lyrics

Not like the copper giantess of fame, With sandaled feet upon Atlantic sand. Here at our sea-washed sunrise gates are banned Those the woman with her torch once claimed. Those souls imprisoned, those who cried her name: "Mother of Exiles," from whose beacon-hand Glowed world-wide welcome. Now her eyes command The ne'er-bridged walls along which rifles aim. "Keep, broken lands, your harried poor!" cries she With smiling lips. "Give me your trade. Your poor, Your huddled ma**es, matter not to me, Nor wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, to some other lee. I douse my lamp; just send your gold ashore. Mother of Exiles lives here no more. My lamp lies shattered on the shore And blind, I seek the shards. Mother of Exiles—weeping in the bone yards."