From europe they came, the poor, the sick, the tired,

Those who would be free

For in their hearts the hope was there,

A willingness to free themselves

To america the trumpet calls, for a civilization

That is waiting to be born

A civilization that is gone with the wind

Somewhere there is an america

Slavers working at their sins, to the bullet

That killed the reverend king

For fear of change the cia and the mafia declared

An end to kennedy

To america the bugle calls to a civilization that is,

A civilization that is gone with the wind.