Give us your tired and weak and we will make them strong bring us your foreign songs and we will sing along leave us your broken dreams we'll give them time to mend there's still a lot of love living in the promiseland

Living in the promiseland our dreams are made of steel the prayer of every man is to know how freedom feels there is a winding road across the shifting sand and room for everyone living in the promiseland

So they came from a distant isle nameless woman, faitheless child like a bad dream until there was no room at all no place to run, and no place to fall give us our daily bread we have no shoes to wear no place to call our home only this cross to bear we are the multitudes lend us a helping hand is there no love anymore living in the promiseland

Living in the promiseland our dreams are made of steel the prayer of every man is to know how freedom feels there is a winding road across the shifting sand and room for everyone living in the promiseland

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Writer(s): David Lynn Jones