Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain,
For immigrants who harvest fruit
and grain from fertile plains
Oh, immigrants, oh, immigrants,
may you receive your due!
May you survive and may you thrive
We all depend on you!
You nurse our kids and elder folk,
you keep our houses clean,
You work in labs and factories
and tend our gardens green!
Oh, immigrants, oh, immigrants,
may you receive your due!
May you survive and may you thrive
We all depend on you!
Will native-born Americans
fill in, if you must leave?
There’s not a lot of evidence
they’re rolling up their sleeves…
Oh, immigrants, oh, immigrants,
may you receive your due!
May you survive and may you thrive
We all depend on you!
I know a man who left his mom
when he was just fourteen
He worked and sent his money home
and dreamed the American dream
He called his brothers to come north
and taught them all his trade;
Now they produce the finest roof,
Put others in the shade!
Oh, immigrants, oh, immigrants,
may you receive your due!
May you survive and may you thrive
We all depend on you!