A Better Life to Find - song by Joe Herrmann, produced by Cathy Fink

Song by Joe Herrmann, ©Yodelayhee, ASCAP - 2/25/26 Produced by Cathy Fink Lyrics: Kind friends it is no matter of The past I left behind I sailed the seas of distant lands A Better Life to Find I'm the mother I'm the daughter I'm the father I'm the son Who landed on your shores Into your open arms Refrain: “Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door” My legs were bound in iron My body bought and sold Stolen from my home and loaded up Like cattle in the hold I labored for my master A slave in this free land But I'm I'm still fighting for the right that We are equal and the same “Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door” I crossed that mighty river It's called the Rio Grande To pick your fruit and dig your crops I worked my back and hands Yeah, I worked your fields and factories And I've rambled all around 'Cause I'm just like you I'm lookin' for A place to settle down “Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door”