Song of the Exiled

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Lucy Kaplansky - Pop

Song of the Exiled

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New York, 1995 By the Highline way downtown The trains up there made this city run Giuliani's gonna tear it all down It was cold so I grabbed a yellow cab Driver was a tiny old man Leather jacket, newsboy cap Pall mall smoking on the dash A motorcycle went flying by He said "He's crazy! It's too cold to ride I used to be crazy, I raced bikes In Hungary in '35" "Must have broken every bone Even broke some twice," We shared a smile and I said "You're lucky you're alive," Then his smile disappеared Like the fading of a light "I was in thе camps, you know Just a few of us survived Lucky to be alive" I've seen New York's treasures celebrated and renowned And also those not made of stone or steel The stories of my town Like the song of the exiled, the men who drive the cabs As they live the story of our city and the promise of our flag I grabbed a taxi the other day I said Newark Terminal C Driver had a Chinese name In broken English said to me "You musician," I said, "Yes, I am." He said, "My son plays violin," I said, "Where in China are you from? And how's this country been?" He said, "I come from Chongqing I've been here 15 years I was a miner there and very poor I am lucky to be here," "My son, he studies hard in school He'll get a PhD Or maybe be a doctor He won't drive a cab like me Won't drive a cab like me," I've seen New York's treasures celebrated and renowned And also those not made of stone or steel The stories of my town Like the song of the exiled, the men who drive the cabs As they live the story of our city and the promise of our flag We're passing by the Highline You know, it never was torn down Now there's acres of shimmering glass and steel Another jewel in the city's crown I think about my forebearers My Chinese daughter too Amazed that I'm so lucky Get to live the life I do Get to live the life I do I cannot share my luck with him So I smile and thank him again He drives off to the taxi line With the other exiled men To make this city run again

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Credits

Writers
  • Lucy Kaplansky
  • Richard Dean Litvin