Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)       "Give to me your tired and your poor    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."       Blessed are the persecuted    And blessed are the pure in heart    Blessed are the merciful    And blessed are the ones who mourn       The step is hard that tears away the roots    And says goodbye to friends and family    The fathers and the mothers weep    The children cannot comprehend    But when there is a promised land    The brave will go and others follow    The beauty of the human spirit    Is the will to try our dreams    And so the masses teemed across the ocean    To a land of peace and hope    But no one heard a voice or saw a light    As they were tumbled onto shore    And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase    "I lift my lamp beside the golden door."       Blessed are the persecuted    And blessed are the pure in heart    Blessed are the merciful    And blessed are the ones who mourn       © 1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)