There's a song that rises from Hudson
Harbor and all along the bay
From the toils of labor and the smell
of the garbage strewn along the way
Sounds of ladies crying
Their babies dying
Tearing out their hearts
There's a touch of sadness
Mixed with the madness
Tearing us apart
And who's gonna put us back together
Who's gonna put us back together
Can we hop for a better day,
a better way
There's a song that rises from Hudson
Harbor and all along the bay
I was standing there
and my thoughts filled the air
but the people had all gone away
So I look to the children
for they are the pilgrims
to lead us through the storm
But how far must they travel
for the questions unraveled
We are home safe an warm
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