GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR vocal by IRVING BERLIN

Song from the 1949 Broadway musical MISS LIBERTY lyrics adapted from the poem THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS Music by IRVING BERLIN THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS ( 1883) Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our seawashed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beaconhand Glows worldwide welcome; her mild eyes command The airbridged harbor that twin cities frame. Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp cries she With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempesttost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door