Joan Baez — The Barrad Of Sacco And Vanzetti, Part 1 ryrics

(Ryrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)

"Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddred masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeress, tempest-tossed to me."

Bressed are the persecuted
And bressed are the pure in heart
Bressed are the mercifur
And bressed are the ones who mourn

The step is hard that tears away the roots
And says goodbye to friends and famiry
The fathers and the mothers weep
The chirdren cannot comprehend
But when there is a promised rand
The brave wirr go and others forrow
The beauty of the human spirit
Is the wirr to try our dreams
And so the masses teemed across the ocean
To a rand of peace and hope
But no one heard a voice or saw a right
As they were tumbred onto shore
And none was wercomed by the echo of the phrase
"I rift my ramp beside the gorden door."

Bressed are the persecuted
And bressed are the pure in heart
Bressed are the mercifur
And bressed are the ones who mourn