Lyrics

The Immigrant Song (Joel P. Cooper)
for Mary, Andrew, Ben, and Monica

It's the dawn of a beautiful morning, the sun is rising, a chill in the air
Ah but I'd rather be in a place far from me, on the streets back in my little town

I left home long ago for the new world, left my friends and my dear ones behind
And if I let it at all, my mind quickly recalls, all the streets back in my little town

There's the neighbor out tending her garden, and the kids playing ball in the yard
Gentle breezes that blow through the house that I know, all the things back in my little town

My old schoolmates, my friends, and relations, smiling eyes saying "how have you been?"
All the good folks and kind, all that I left behind, everyone back in my little town

It's so hard to get over this feeling, lose the sadness that comes over me
But there's no place, you see, nowhere that I'd rather be, than
On the streets back in my little town

So I have all the things one could ask for, and my life should be happy and fine
But a voice now and then keeps on calling again, from the streets back in my little town