Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) 



"Give to me your tired and your poor 

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free 

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore 

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me." 



Blessed are the persecuted 

And blessed are the pure in heart 

Blessed are the merciful 

And blessed are the ones who mourn 



The step is hard that tears away the roots 

And says goodbye to friends and family 

The fathers and the mothers weep 

The children cannot comprehend 

But when there is a promised land 

The brave will go and others follow 

The beauty of the human spirit 

Is the will to try our dreams 

And so the masses teemed across the ocean 

To a land of peace and hope 

But no one heard a voice or saw a light 

As they were tumbled onto shore 

And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase 

"I lift my lamp beside the golden door." 



Blessed are the persecuted 

And blessed are the pure in heart 

Blessed are the merciful 

And blessed are the ones who mourn 



© 1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)