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[Verse 1] C The island it is silent now F But the ghosts still haunt the waves C Am And the torch lights up a famished man Dm G Who fortune could not save C Did you work upon the railroad F Did you rid the streets of crime C Am Were your dollars from the white house G C Were they from the five and dime C Am Did the old songs taunt or cheer you F C And did they still make you cry Am Did you count the months and years Dm G Or did your teardrops quickly dry G C Ah, No, says he 'twas not to be F On a coffin ship I came here C Am And I never even got so far G C That they could change my name [Chorus 1] Am Thousands are still sailing G Dm Across the Western Ocean Am To a land of opportunity G Dm That some of them will never see Am Fortune prevailing G Dm Across the Western Ocean Am Their bellies full And their spirits free G Dm They'll break the chains of poverty F Am G D F Am G D C And they'll dance [Verse 2] C In Manhattan's desert twilight F In the death of afternoon C Am We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Dm G Like the first man on the moon G C And "The Blackbird" broke the silence F As you whistled it so sweet C Am And in Brendan Behan's footsteps G C I danced up and down the street C Am Then we said goodnight to Broadway F C Giving it our best regards Am Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan Dm G Dear old Times Square's favourite bard G C Then we raised a glass to J.F.K. F And a dozen more besides C Am When I got back to my empty room G C I suppose I must have cried [Chorus 2] Am Thousands are sailing G Dm Again across the ocean Am Where the hand of opportunity G Dm Draws tickets in a lottery Am Postcards we're mailing G Dm Of sky-blue skies and oceans Am From rooms the daylight never sees G Dm Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees F Am G D F Am G D Am Dm Am F C G C G C But we dance to the music and we dance [Chorus 3] Am Thousands are sailing G Dm Again across the ocean Am Where the hand of opportunity G Dm Draws tickets in a lottery Am Where e'er we go, we celebrate G Dm The land that makes us refugees Am From fear of Priests with empty plates G Dm From guilt and weeping effigies F Am G D F Am G D Am Dm Am F C G C G C And we dance to the music and we dance