Oh Ellis Island was swarming Like a scene from a costume hall Decked out in the colors in Europe And on fire with the hope of it all
There stood my father’s own father stood huddled
With the tired and hungry and scared Turn of the century pilgrims Bound by the dream that they sharedThey were standing in lines just like cattle
Poked and prodded and shoved Some were one desk away from sweet freedom Some were were torn from someone they loveThrough this sprawling tower of babel
Came a young man confused and alone Determined and bound for America And carryin’ everything that he ownedSometimes when I look in my grandfather’s Immigrant Eyes
I see that day reflected and I can’t hold my feelings inside I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life So don’t take it for granted say grandfather’s Immigrant EyesNow he rocks and stares out the window
But his eyes are still just as clear As the day he sailed through the harbor And come ashore on the island of tearsMy grandfather’s days are numbered
But I won’ t let his memory die ‘Cause he gave me the gift of this country And the look in his Immigrant EyesWillie Nelson is an American songwriter and guitarist who was one of the most popular country music singers of the late 20th century.