Karl van den Bossche - Immigrant lyrics

Coming from where he did He was turned away from Every door like joseph To even the toughest among us That would be too much He didn't know what it was to be black 'til they gave him his change but didn't want to touch his hand To even the toughest among us That would be too much Isn't it just enough How hard it is to live Isn't it hard enough Just to make it through a day The secret of their fear and their suspicion Standing there looking like an angel In his brown shoes His short suit His white shirt And his cuffs a little frayed Coming from where he did He was such a dignified child To even the toughest among us That would be too much Isn't it just enough How hard it is to live Isn't it hard enough Just to make it through a day Coming from where he did He was turned away from Every door like joseph To even the toughest among us That would be too much He didn't know what it was to be black 'til they gave him his change but didn't want to touch his hand To even the toughest among us That would be too much