| On The First Day On January,
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| Eighteen Ninety-Two,
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| They Opened Ellis Island And They Let
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| The People Through.
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| And The First To Cross The Treshold
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| Of That Isle Of Hope And Tears,
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| Was Annie Moore From Ireland
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| Who Was All Of Fifteen Years.
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| Chorus:
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| Isle Of Hope, Isle Of Tears,
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| Isle Of Freedom, Isle Of Fears,
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| But It’s Not The Isle You Left Behind.
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| That Isle Of Hunger, Isle Of Pain,
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| Isle You’ll Never See Again
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| But The Isle Of Home Is Always On Your Mind.
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| In A Little Bag She Carried
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| All Her Past And History,
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| And Her Dreams For The Future
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| In The Land Of Liberty.
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| And Courage Is The Passport
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| When Your Old World Disappears
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| But There’s No Future In The Past
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| When You’re Fifteen Years
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| Chorus
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| When They Closed Down Ellis Island
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| In Nineteen Fourty-Three,
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| Seventeen Million People
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| Had Come There For Sanctuary.
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| And In Springtime When I Came Here
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| And I Stepped Onto It’s Piers,
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| I Thought Of How It Must Have Been
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| When You’re Fifteen Years.
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| Chorus |