Immigrant Hands Songtext
von Will Knox

The boats are unsteady
They rattle their sails
The oars scrape the seabed like cracked fingernails

Foreign flags fly
Like gulls in the sky
The Manhattan morning is coming to life

Together we stand
On an island of foreign land
Built by
Immigrant hands
Immigrant hands

Some came by will
Others by force
Shackled and shamed under immigrant laws


And some leave by will
Others are forced
The immigrants laid down the streets of New York

Together we stand
On an island of foreign land
Built by
Immigrant hands
Immigrant hands

The trains are unsteady
They rattle their rails
The sun touches rooftops like a finger on braille
Taxicabs fly
Like bees in a hive
The Manhattan morning is coming to life

Together we stand
On an island of foreign land
Built by
Immigrant hands
Immigrant hands