Bring me your poor, give me your weak,
'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak
I'm out on my own in the field of life,
harvesting souls for your children and wife

Sam is your leader,
the eagle has flown
He's making mountains,
out of skin and bone
Sam is your leader,
the eagle is here
I'd like to hate you
but I love you dear

A nation of nations where wisdom are pearls,
the lip of anger is starting to curl
The immigrants rally, hand on their hearts,
bearing the load that's stacked on the cart

In the Tinsel Town country where a cowboy is king,
a fortified pheonix takes to the wing
Defending old glory and turning invader,
Liberties torch is a hand held Grenada