Sorry about the caps, but I pasted off another document

IMMIGRANT EYES
GUY CLARK, ROGER MURRAH
(ASCAP, BMI)
                           
OLD ELLIS ISLAND WAS SWARMING, LIKE A SCENE FROM A COSTUME BALL
DECKED OUT IN THE COLORS OF EUROPE, ON FIRE WITH THE HOPE OF IT ALL
THERE MY FATHERS OWN FATHER STOOD HUDDLED, WITH THE TIRED AND HUNGRY AND SCARED
TURN OF THE CENTURY PILGRIMS, BOUND BY THE DREAMS THEY SHARED
                                       
THEY WERE STANDING IN LINE JUST LIKE CATTLE, POKED AND SORTED AND SHOVED.
SOME WERE ONE DESK AWAY FROM SWEET FREEDOM, SOME TORN FROM SOMEONE THEY LOVED.
TO THIS SPRAWLING TOWER OF BABEL, CAME A YOUNG MAN CONFUSED AND ALONE.
DETERMINED AND BOUND FOR AMERICA, CARRYING EVERYTHING HE OWNED.   (CHORUS)

CHORUS:
SOMETIMES WHEN I LOOK IN MY GRANDFATHERS EMIGRANT EYES,
I SEE THAT DAY REFLECTED, I CAN'T HOLD MY FEELINGS INSIDE
I SEE STARTING WITH NOTHING AND WORKING HARD ALL OF HIS LIFE.
SO DON'T TAKE IT FOR GRANTED, SEE GRANDFATHER'S EMIGRANT EYES

NOW HE ROCKS AND STARES OUT THE WINDOW, BUT HIS EYES ARE STILL JUST AS CLEAR,
AS THE DAY HE SAILED THROUGH THE HARBOR, CAME ASHORE ON THE ISLAND OF TEARS.
MY GRANDDA'S DAYS ARE NUMBERED, BUT I WON'T LET HIS MEMORY DIE,
HE GAVE ME THE GIFT OF THIS COUNTRY, AND THE LOOK IN HIS EMIGRANT EYES (CHORUS, RPT LAST LINE)