From the #7GS album: "Summer Moons II" Lyrics: This lady, is not an ancient, goddess. Ruling with an iron fist, as she pleases, far and wide. Here, at the gates where sunset reveals the seas' wash... A woman does stand (she does...) A mighty, woman (she does!) The Light from her raised right hand, will always be imprisoned lightning. Exiles around the world, will call her, “mother”! With gentle eyes, she will command the Twin Cities’ air-bridged harbor. Beyond ego, and without saying a word. Give me your homeless. Your tempest-tossed. Longing only, to breathe: free! My lamp is lifted. By the Golden door. The Light from her raised right hand, will always be imprisoned lightning. Exiles around the world, will call her, “mother”! A broadcast, all around the world: “Send me the poor. Send me the tired. All those who clamor, on your precious shores." The Light from her raised right hand, will always be imprisoned lightning. Exiles around the world, will call her, “mother”! She’s our new "colossus." (Our new "colossus".) She’s our new "colossus." (Our new "colossus".) She’s our new "colossus." (Our new "colossus".) (And don’t you, forget it.)
