On ocean shores when fate does cast,
A giant from the vast,In New York's embrace, it's known,
Their seeds of dreamsare sown.
Though their visage mayseem worn,
By life's battles,they're adorned.
In New York, where dreams awake, Giants walk, their place they take.
Not by might but by thedeeds, In the heart of streets, their seeds.
And the beacon of thefree, Calls to them, and calls to me.
A student of theendless quest, Life's soloist, in search of rest.
In the world's capital,they roam,
Or find in earth their final home.
Through the ages, clearand bright,
Freedom's statue shedsher light.
In New York, where dreams awake, Giants walk, their place they take.
Not by might but by the deeds, In the heart of streets, their seeds.
And the beacon of thefree, Calls to them, and calls to me.
Centuries pass, the call remains,
Through joys shared andthrough the pains.
The lady with thetorch, so high, Illuminates the starry sky.
Inviting those whosehearts aspire,
To kindle their owninner fire.
In New York, where dreams awake, Giants walk, their place they take.
Not by might but by the deeds, In the heart of streets, their seeds.
And the beacon of thefree, Calls to them, and calls to me.
Through the gate ofendless dreams,
Past the seams of whatit seems.
Giants, in their humblegrace, In New York, find their space.
And the beacon, brightand clear, Guides us all, year to year.
Year to year. Year to year. Year to year.