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[G]On the first day[D] on January,
[C]Eighteen ninety-[G]two,
They[C] opened Ellis[Am] Island and they[C] let
The
people[D] through.
[G]And the first to cross the[D] treshold
Of that[C] isle of hope and[G] tears,
[C]Was Annie Moore
from[Am] Ireland
Who was[C] all of fifteen[D] years.
CHORUS:
[C]Isle of hope, isle of[D7] tears,
Isle
of[G] freedom, isle of[Em] fears,
But it's[C] not the isle you left[D] behind.
[C]That isle of hunger, isle of[D7] pain,
Isle
you'll [G]never see a[Em]gain
But the[C] isle of home is al[D]ways[C] on your[G] mind.
In a little bag she carried
All
her past and history,
And her dreams for the future
In the land of liberty.
And courage is the passport
When your
old world disappears
But there's no future in the past
When you're fifteen years
Chorus
When they closed
down Ellis Island
In nineteen fourty-three,
Seventeen million people
Had come there for sanctuary.
And in Springtime
when I came here
And I stepped onto it's piers,
I thought of how it must have been
When you're fifteen years.
Chorus
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