Tomorrow, I'll sit at the table When company comes. I, too, am America. This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Nobody loves a genius child.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.