My mother came to America

Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams

Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold

And the sky laced with moonbeams

Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons

Here in the free world, we're the lucky ones

All of my yearning, all of my hunger

Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder

Good night, New York

Before the Kennedy's, before the Beatles

Before the Vietnam War

Back to a time when anything was possible

Having less meant knowing more

Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts

Here in the free world, for that second chance

All of my yearning, all of my hunger

Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder

Good night, New York

My mother came to America

She sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams

And here in her future, I hope I've not failed her

'Cause nothings the way that it seems

All of my yearning, all of my hunger

Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder

Good night, New York