Send me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses Yearning to be free The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send them, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me I lift my lamp, I lift my lamp beside the golden door
Send me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses Yearning to be free The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send them, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me I lift my lamp, I lift my lamp beside the golden door
