Harbours open there doors to the young searching foreigner. Come to live in the light of the big L of liberty. Plains and open skies bill boards would advertise. Was it anything like that when you arrived. Dream boats carried the future to the heart of America. People were waiting in line for a place by the river. Chorus. It was time when strangers were welcome here. Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear. It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room. That people could come from everywhere. Now he arrvies with hopes and his heart set on miracles. Come to marry his fortune with a hand full of promises. To find they've closed the door they don't want him anymore. There isn't anymore to go around. Turning away he remembers he once heard a legend. That spoke of a mystical magical land called America. It was time when strangers were welcome here. Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear. It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room. That people could come from everywhere. It was time when strangers were welcome here. Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear. It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room. That people could come from everywhere.