Nanci Griffith. Good Night, New York. Zeneszám

My mother came to America
Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams
Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold
And the sky laced with moonbeams
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
Here in the free world, we're the lucky ones

All of my yearning, all of my hunger
Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York

Before the Kennedy's, before the Beatles
Before the Vietnam War
Back to a time when anything was possible
Having less meant knowing more
Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts
Here in the free world, for that second chance

All of my yearning, all of my hunger
Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York

My mother came to America
She sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams
And here in her future, I hope I've not failed her
'Cause nothings the way that it seems

All of my yearning, all of my hunger
Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York