"Thousands Are Sailing" lyrics

The island, it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Whom fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad?
Did you rid the streets of crime?
Were your dollars from the White House?
Were they from the five and dime?

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you?
And did they still make you cry?
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
"Ah, no," says he, "'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name"

Thousands are sailing across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity that some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing across the western ocean
Their bellies full, their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand down Broadway
Like the first men on the moon
And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mr. Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
And lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music and we dance

Thousands are sailing across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
Still we dance to the music and we dance