Verse 1: Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Chorus: Mother of Exiles, Mother of Exiles, From her beacon-hand, glows world-wide welcome; Mother of Exiles, Mother of Exiles, Her mild eyes command, the air-bridged harbor. Verse 2: “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Chorus: Mother of Exiles, Mother of Exiles, From her beacon-hand, glows world-wide welcome; Mother of Exiles, Mother of Exiles, Her mild eyes command, the air-bridged harbor. Bridge: Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Chorus: Mother of Exiles, Mother of Exiles, From her beacon-hand, glows world-wide welcome; Mother of Exiles, Mother of Exiles, Her mild eyes command, the air-bridged harbor. Outro: Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Send these, the ho OUTRO Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Mother of Exiles!
