The Immigrant Song    
                                                                                                                                                                            Virginia Myrfield  11/6/2025
Somewhere
The grass is greener
Where milk and honey flows
A life of ease does wait there
Or so the fable goes
 
I’ve shed my dreams familiar
My family and my Gold
I’ve set my compass wayward
For stories I’ve been sold
 
I go there for truth and freedom
To a new and shiny land
Yet all that I have for it
Are calloused hands.
 
Hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum etc.
 
I’ve shed my dreams familiar
My family and my Gold
I’ve set my compass wayward
For stories I’d been sold
 
I go there for truth and freedom
To a new and shiny land
Yet all that I have for it
Are calloused hands