On a ship we came, every mother, child and father,
Through the wind and rain, we almost died looking for the new world,
The place our hearts were longing for,
No one to push us down no more.
On the midnight ride, we yelled in the streets, "The British are coming,"
We still survived,
We saw a nation born,
"In God we trust" was the cry of the nation for each and every generation,
When I look around today, things just aren't that way,
Now I just stand and cry, "Where is the new world?"
There's a lady who stands at the open gate,
She shows the way, with a torch in her hand, for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses,
Welcome to the land of the free, made for you, made for me.
When I look around today, things just aren't that way,
Now I just stand and cry, "Where is the new world?"
When you go to school, don't wear a cross,
No pictures of Jesus on a Christmas card,
Don't take your Bible to school,
Don't let the children pray; it's against the rules.
If that's the way it's gonna be, don't tell us we're free,
Someone please tell me, please: where is the new world?
