Immigrant's Daughter - Margaret Becker

Grandma sailed the Irish coast

When she was barely thirteen

She was young enough

To believe in her dreams

Working at a sweatshop

Down on Bleeker Street

Staring out the window

She could see Miss Liberty

The price didn’t seem too steep

She believed in a nation

She believed in love

She believed in loyalty

And she put her fate in the hands of God

I believed in a nation

That’s got more than land and water

I hope, I have the simple faith

The silent strength of the immigrant’s daughter

She could not be halted

By famine or disease

She married America

And she scrubbed it on her knees

Fiercely devoted

To who was yet to be

She gladly gave her reverence

To the high authority

The price didn’t seem too steep

She believed in a nation

She believed in love

She believed in loyalty

And she put her fate in the hands of God

I believed in a nation

That’s got more than land and water

I hope, I have the simple faith

The silent strength of the immigrant’s daughter

I look at the photographs

On my naked wall

The gallery of legacy

Has such a haunting call

Falling down on my knees

The calling comes to me

I’m gonna run to the land of the living

And take everyone that I can with me

I believe in a nation

I believe in love

I believe in loyalty

And I put my fate in the hands of God

I believe in a nation

That’s got more than land and water

I hope, I have the simple faith

The silent strength of the Immigrant’s daughter

I hope, I have that simple faith