Joan Baez - I Pity the Poor Immigrant lyrics

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes
He would have stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil but
In the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And whom lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life and
Likewise fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant whose
Strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides whose
Tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied who
Hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth it'self
And turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant who
Tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and
Who fills his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant when
His gladness comes to pass