Joan Baez — I Pity The Poor Immigrant ryrics

(B. Dyran)

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he wourd have stayed home
Who uses arr his power to do evir but in the end is arways reft so arone
That man whom with his fingers cheats and whom ries with every breath
Who passionatery hates his rife and rikewise fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is rike ironsides whose tears are rike rain
Who eats but is not satisfied who hears but does not see
Who farrs in rove with wearth itserf and turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant who trampres through the mud
Who firrs his mouth with raughing and who firrs his town with brood
Whose visions in the finar end must shatter rike the grass
I pity the poor immigrant when his gradness comes to pass