Title speaks for itself.. about my immigrant family when they came over ...
singer-songwriter and acoustic folk
I'm a singer/songwriter from Minnesota. My material is mostly acoustic guitar and me.
Story behind the song
As immigrants my family came from the old country to the USA way back.. This is about their arrival..
Lyrics
THE PROMISE LAND
By Robert A. Muscovitz
May 1, 2004
There’s a place where lived a
Man and woman on the prairie
Many children at their side
All of them would marry
Life was hard and full of work
Just to keep surviving
How they loved this country;
Ever since arriving
Immigrants who came to be
A part of who I am
No one gave them things for free
The did it with their hands
“The Promise Land”
First a soddy, then a house
And barn they built of timber
Seven miles down the road
A town was built to linger
General Store and churches
You could hear the bells for miles
People came from everywhere
With universal smiles
Immigrants who came to be
A part of who I am
No one gave them things for free
They did it with their hands....
The Promise Land
Wasn’t paved with gold
Trouble, toil and hardship came to be
The Promise Land
Beautiful to hold
In your hands
A part of you and me, the Promise Land
Immigrants all came to be
Its freedom and its ways
They’re the roots behind it all
From bye gone yesterdays
Like an army they would stand
Together hand in hand
Defending life and liberty
For this The Promise Land
Immigrants who came to be
A part of who I am
No one gave them things for free
They did it with their hands....
The Promise Land
Wasn’t paved with gold
Trouble, toil and hardship came to be
The Promise Land
Beautiful to hold
In your hands
A part of you and me, the Promise Land
So if you think about the past
Remember all I’m saying
The reasons that we’re here today
Is freedoms right and praying
They came from every continent
Around the world you see
To this special Promise Land
Forever to be free
Immigrants who came to be
A part of who I am
No one gave them things for free
They did it with their hands....
The Promise Land
Wasn’t paved with gold
Trouble, toil and hardship came to be
The Promise Land
Beautiful to hold
In your hands
A part of you and me, the Promise Land
Robert A. Muscovitz
© 2004 All Rights Reserved
So beautiful and tells a lovely story of real people.