From the recording Light It Up

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Lyrics

Bring me your tired, all your weary, all your poor
All your weak and undesired
The wretched refuse of your shores
When you flee, you come to me
All you refugees

Come, you oppressed
Come by land or come by sea
All you huddled and distressed
All you yearning to breathe free
When you flee, you come to me
All you refugees

Come seeking safety
All you children of the war
All you fevered and displaced
You will find refuge at my door
When you flee, you come to me
All you refugees

Oh, your distant harbor glows
And your beaconed hand it holds
The shining rose
The burning hope for all the tempest-tossed
And all the rest of these

Come fleeing storms
Come you sister, brother, child
I am the keeper of the lost
I am the mother of exiles
So when you flee, you come to me
All you refugees