Nanci Griffith Good Night, New York
My mother came to America
Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams
Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold
And the sky laced with moonbeams
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
Here in the free world, we're the lucky ones
All of my yearning, all of my hunger
Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York
Before the Kennedy's, before the Beatles
Before the Vietnam War
Back to a time when anything was possible
Having less meant knowing more
Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts
Here in the free world, for that second chance
All of my yearning, all of my hunger
Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York
My mother came to America
She sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams
And here in her future, I hope I've not failed her
'Cause nothings the way that it seems
All of my yearning, all of my hunger
Maybe we're learning sometimes I wonder
Good night, New York